I’m fucked. I’m waiting for the cops as I type this. I am typing quickly.
My girlfriend and I are at my apartment. She had a fight with her brother this afternoon. He’s an ex-gang member and has hit her before. She’s never pressed charges. I’ve been showing her some moves. He tried to hit her. She blocked with a cross-armed “x” kind of thing that I never showed her but that did the job. Then she popped him twice, good ones.
This is when I ran into the room. I see him covered in blood, I think it’s hers. I freak out. I grab him by the throat and throw him down to the bed where I pin him in the knee-on-belly position. I don’t let him up for what seems like an eternity. (This was amazingly stupid on my part. He had already attacked her and threw her down and technically removed from her, so I could have just ordered him to get out. I’m so fucking stupid. What happened next would never have happened if I kept a calm head, but all I could think was that I needed to protect her.)
He’s screaming threats to me about getting his Hell’s Angels connections to kill me. His father comes in (an ex-cop who’s scared to death of him) and orders me to get off of him. The father orders me and my girlfriend out, never to come back. The son stormed out, threatening to get us killed; the father was kind of pleading with him not to get “the crest” involved.
The thing is, he’s an ex dealer whose closest friends have all be convicted of things like attempted murder. He’s repeatedly talked about shooting someone, and not in a braggart’s fashion; it was more of a “have a little breakdown, crying out your confessions” kind of thing.
(I can’t hide in this city. Anyone who has met me will understand why. There is no mistaking me for anyone else. Period. I cannot emphasize this enough.)
We went to the cops, who really didn’t offer us anything that sounded safe. We’re waiting for a unit to come to our apartment, but they’ve made it clear that it will be many hours as we’re not a priority. I don’t mind admitting that I’m terrified.
(Ironically, I have an unrelated Hell’s Angels thread in cafe society.)
Shit, dude. Maybe you should check into a hotel for a couple of days. Please come back as often as possible to let us know what’s going on. Sorry I can’t be of more help. Be strong.
I’m writing this hoping that there’s some way that you haven’t thought of yet, to get you guys out of this situation and that the reality doesn’t turn out to be as bad as it appears now.
Know that there are a lot of us sending you and your girlfriend good thoughts and prayers (hope the prayers are okay.)
Guys, things are really weird right now. The police came, listened to us, and generally told us there’s nothing they can do except escort her when she gets her belongings.
I’m blaming myself for a lot of what happened, if not all of it. She hasn’t said whether or not she blames me, but we’ve been having problems lately and she said she doesn’t want to live with me even though she now has no home. I’m worried that I’ve destroyed her life. I mean, yeah, she shouldn’t have to live in a house full of fear, but I feel terrible because the decision wasn’t hers; I think I’m totally to blame for the reason the fight started in the first place. (Forgive me, I’m using this as a tool to straighten out my thoughts.)
Sorry, quick, nervous ramblings. This thread will be full of them.
First off man, I can totally understand why you snapped. I would have as well.
I hope you and your girlfriend are okay. I hope your girlfriend presses charges. Once the you’re done with the cops I’d lay low for a while, a motel room for a few nights at least.
me sends good thoughts your way
PLEASE check in with us to let us know your still okay.
Don’t blame yourself, at least not for snapping and going after the guy. Even if it wasn’t “the right thing to do” it’s an instinct.
If that was her home life then getting out is the best thing she can do. IF she doesn’t want to crash with you, even for a little bit, then give her some money to get a room.
I do hope everything turns out alright
Hey, if you need a place to hide out, you’re welcome here. I’ve also got some friends that have places pretty far out of the way that you and your girlfriend can hide out at.
It’s three in the morning here and I’m about to lie down in bed with my girlfriend. Without your kind words and generous offers we might still be going totally apeshit. I really appreciate you guys right now.
My good thoughts are with you, Anal Scurvy, and I’d consider taking Tuckerfan up on his/her offer. Or take someone else up on a similar offer. Just skip outta town. My gut instinct is that if you make this evil brother put in any effort to find you and “get” you, he won’t bother for long; his limited attention span will soon be diverted elsewhere.
Just get outta town, man. And once again, my good thoughts and prayers are with you.