So it's over. I'll try to make it brief, but it won't happen.
My roomie gets home at 9, walks straight in his room shuts the door. I wait a bit, cause he's been at work all day and will no doubt gripe that I am waiting for him. After 20 minutes, I knock on the door. No answer. 5 more knocks, no answer. I figure he can't be asleep, but I go out on the porch to check, cause you can see his computer. He's there, so obviously he's ignoring me.
I calmy knock and ask for five minutes of his time. I explain that I didn't work today (I travel, so I delayed it a day) so we could deal with this. He ignores me, and this goes on for the next 15 minutes. His wife calls, he doesn't pick up, so I answer. She asks to speak to him, so I tell him she's on the phone. He does nothing. I explain to her what he's doing and she says "oh yeah, I know the drill." I tell him again that she's on the phone and he refuses to say anything or pick up. I tell her to call back and I won't pick up, so maybe he'll answer. She says no thanks, wishes me luck and hangs up.
I turn on the stereo loudly, since he's trying to sleep allegedly, and finally, he starts yelling for me to leave him the fuck alone, which in this sad saga is actually progress. I calmy explain to him our need to talk, and he tells me to fuck off. I hear him walking around, picking up shit, and at one point loading or unloading a clip into a pistol. He left a switchblade in the kitchen, so I grab that just in case all hell breaks loose, and I stand next to the door, instead of in front, in case he comes out shooting. I figure he'll miss me at least once.
At this point, I am getting pretty pissed, and start telling him to grow up and that I wasn't even looking for him to act like an adult, but at least 13 or 14 and not lock himself in his room. I offered to have the whole discussion through the door, or even get up at 4:30am before he left for work to do it. He charges out the door into the hallway screaming, tells me to leave him alone, and then slams the door. Opens it two seconds later, and slams it again. He opens and slams it no less than 15 times, saying a few words inbetween slams. It was nuts. He threatens to call the police on me for "knocking on my fucking door too much". I explain to him that I already went to the cops last night, so it's not going to surprise them to get another call. I told him I had plans to go to the magistrate's office to file a criminal complaint, and advised him that his C.O. would certainly get wind of this and it wouldn't make his life any easier.
I finally get 3 minutes of his time and explain that I want the release and will pay two months rent. He tells me no fucking way, and wants to know why that is the only solution. He says I won't talk it out. I explain that we have "resolved" these issues numerous times by talking and it's not working. I explain that I fear for my safety, which actually seemed to surprise him.
I refused to argue past issues, only focusing on "an agreement that is beneficial to both of us" and one that will cost me money, and not him. He says all this shit about me having friends over (I have had friends over three times since Jan) all the time, and I just let him rant, focusing on the resolution. Truth is, all my friends are scared to come over here because of loaded guns laying around and the fact that he's a nut.
Finally, after an hour, he reads the contract, we make a few changes and we both sign a copy. I'm on the hook for two months rent, but less if he finds a roomie. There are only 6 months left on the lease, so it will be easier for him to find on sooner rather than later. I pay no bills after I leave, even if it's tomorrow. His bitch can't come down again, until I leave.
Even better, my friend's mom bought 3 houses, and will rent one to me for $400 a month and says she won't charge me rent until I am off the lease here. It's a tiny 1 bedroom house, but I will be alone, and happy.
I hope you enjoyed the story.