Hostage

I really could have used that couch – it was a nice deep sectional with lots of soft pillows to snuggle into. Technically it was mine; a birthday present from his parents. But, as with a number of things in the place, I decided to just walk away from it because it was not worth the fight. Even with all of my considerate largess, when the day came to move things out, I discovered he had changed the lock. I had to appeal to his father to make him open the apartment for me and stay to keep Bill under control.