*mutters* I could probably wallpaper my room with the death threats he gets. *already feeling much less weepy as the adrenaline starts to flow, her misery shifting, half anger and half excited anticipation* I'll see you soon.
*after she hangs up the phone, sticks it in the pocket of her ripped jeans and hurries downstairs and out the back* *walks slowly around the lawn for a few minutes, under the pretense of methodically looking for something she's lost, eventually opening the back gate and stepping just outside, scanning the rough path*
*turns around and steps back inside before anyone can see her on the security camera trained on the gate and get it in their heads she's trying to run away* *works on the gate for a moment, as though re-locking it (but of course she isn't)*