Things have been going pretty well lately. However, BF's landlady called tonight. Asked if I'd heard from him the last couple of days. As it happens, no. I'd texted yesterday. Didn't receive a response, but didn't think too much of it as his school workload is very heavy. They have tried contacting him twice today, as well as stopped by the apartment, but no response.This is NOT typical for him. They are very concerned. A bit of backstory. He'd taken in some guy who had a big sob story about getting kicked out of school housing and having nowhere to go. BF, being kind-hearted said, ok, you can stay here very short term, but you need to be very quiet and look diligently for something else. You guessed it-- this was far from the case and he caused nothing but trouble. Meanwhile, other major negative facts came to light. BF explained situation to landlord, and had his full backing. This guy had to get out. And if he caused trouble, the landlord said the police would be called to enforce the eviction. Guy was out of town (doing God-knows-what given what's come to light), was informed of the situation and told to pick his stuff up. Apparently eventually did so. Later that night was the last text I received. Landlady told me that the downstairs tenant had heard this guy threaten BF. I do not know the nature of the threat, nor at what point in the course of events it happened.

But I have not heard from him since the night of the 7th.

I keep telling myself there must be some series of technological glitches. Maybe the phone fell in the toilet. Maybe the power went out and the computer ran out of battery. Just to keep my mind from running totally amok in horror.

If I had not heard from him tonight (it's been hours, and, no...having tried all available forms of communication), my plan was to call the school, and if he'd not been there, the police. Also trying to follow up with an appointment that likely would have had scheduled this week to see if there was one, if he showed up. Got answering machines. Then realized it's a holiday weekend. Feeling very helpless at 3,000 miles. So, guess I'll have to call the landlords, tell them to go into the apartment and call the police if necessary. I'm scared as s***. And mad as hell at this stupiddumbf**ofasonofagdb****%(*#(*%$(*#!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear to God, if he laid so much as one hand on him...

And not one hour before receiving this call, I was at the post office mailing BF a care package. And Sunday is our 3 year anniversary. And I can't stop thinking of our sweet little guinea pig...

It's the unknown and helplessness of distance that's got me tied in knots. Kind of afraid to go to sleep. Last night was filled with nightmares as it was. But I will try. Elixirs have been employed. I cannot handle this.