It was a long night. I saw Frankie kept bringing something out
from the house and went to the side of the house over 10 times in the middle of
the night. What is Frankie doing there? I was alarmed. Yes, you can say that
I’m paranoid. Maybe I am, in Frankie’s case. Since my squatter Frankie is
unpredictable, my top concern is our safety and security. He always threatened
to burn down the house so that my family won’t live there. My CCTV doesn’t
cover that side of the house, but I could sense some brightness. I went out and
saw Frankie is making a fire there. I approached him to stop him and record it
on my camera; Frankie then threw the fuel on me several times. He shouted he
would set me on fire; I feel he would have.
I called 911 and the police came. Frankie pretended as if he
was just having a bonfire. But the police saw video of him spraying me with
fuel. Now Frankie Walton is arrested. But why am I more afraid than before? Why
am I not happy although my pain, Frankie Walton, is arrested? I am so tired,
but can’t sleep. It’s 2 AM now.
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