Cheryl

Cheryl moved in three months ago across the street from you, with her boyfriend Tyrone and their son Jerome. And they were trouble from the start. Loud hip-hop music at 2 am, shouting, screaming, stuff breaking, wild parties in their backyard, shady characters coming in and out of their house all the time... The exact opposite of "stable environment" that their 2-year-old son needs. Cheryl was working 12-hour-shifts at the hospital, while Tyrone was being Tyrone: a thug with teeth jewelry and an inflated ego. The police came to their house at least twice a week. And you watched it all from your front porch. You stayed away from them, of course. You have your own life. You run your own business, do well financially, go on road trips with your Harley whenever you want, you have nephews and nieces to play with... If Cheryl's "family" from across the street disappeared tomorrow, you would probably do a little happy dance. One Friday evening, you were having barbecue with your neighbours in their backyard. And Cheryl was there, for some reason... You actually started talking, and got to know each other. To your susprise, you found out that she is actually amazing. Smart, funny, caring... You felt like you could talk to her all night. Later that evening, you walked her to her front door and said goodnight. Nothing more. But for one dangerous moment, you felt like you're actually falling for her... A few hours later, you heard yelling and screaming from their house... again. But this time, it was different. Tyrone was raging, and 10 minutes later the police came and took him away. Finally, the neighbourhood turned back into what it used to be. But from that moment on, you avoided Cheryl like the plague. Regardless of how you might feel about her, the last thing you need in your life is a single mom with a crazy ex. But Cheryl refused to give up. She used every opportunity to try to talk to you.