So, a few months ago, I met my step-father's daughter and her boyfriend, they seemed to be a happy couple by all appearances, and she gave me a really warm smile and seemed like a nice girl.
Skip forward to a few months later, my step-father tells me how her boyfriend had tried to hit her, and wanted to move away from him, and so she did.
The original plan was that she would stay in our house (which is uber huge, and she would be staying in a room two steps from mine in the 2nd floor), however seeing as she had a freaking 7 dogs and 5 cats (and a horse) that she really had no place to put (except the horse), that turned out to be a tough one (we have 5 cats already, and I doubt they like dogs). Guess who turns up as the rescuing 'angel', her boyfriend and his camping-wagon, of course. They can stay at her moms property 'until things sorts out'.
Fast forward a while more, and I get to know her more since she peddles back and forth the city and there (her mom lives a few miles outside town) going to school nearby my\my step-father's house, and she is the sweetest girl you can imagine. We instantly clicked together like two pieces of lego.
She told me she wasn't really with her boyfriend, he just wouldn't leave and her mom (who is in the almost same fucking situation as her), told her it's just her fault anyways.
A while later I ask her on a date, we ended up not going to the movies but instead watch 'Finding Nemo' on DVD in my room yesterday, we had a great time though nothing much happened but a lot of talking.
Today, I asked her over again, we watch some more DVD's, and this time we're getting busy and the transformation was incredible. You could literally see how the weights she was carrying dropped off her shoulders, and she laughed like never before.
I almost plead her to stay tonight, because I had a bad feeling, and since she had stuff she needed to do in town tomorrow she might as well stay over in one of the guest rooms, she says it would cause too much trouble and seeing as I don't want to be too pushy and turn into her boyfriend (it has to be her decision), I respectfully agreed but had to say it was a bad idea. Her boyfriend calls her up, and she leaves, telling me to call her in about 30-40 mins when she gets home.
I call her, she takes the phone and I can immediately hear there is a ruckus, she sounds ok though so I shrug it off.
Here's where it gets tricky...
She tells me she told him all about what happened in my room (...), and how he got pissed at that, not a huge surprise there.
I can hear him shouting something, not entirely sure what it was, she informs me exactly what, "Bitch, if I drived you all the way back out here just for you to chat again you might as well walk back".
At this point, she is exiting the wagon, walking out along the trench by the road. She's not upset at this point, it sounds more like a jest than anything serious, and so she starts joking that he's getting into the car and going to follow her.
She hides, and says; "Listen..."
I can hear a car driving by silenty in the night, she dismisses it with a giggle though she sounds more nervous now than before.
It is then she informs me that he has tried running her over with his car before, my senses leave me for a second and panic enters, refusing to leave at first.
As I gather up my thoughts, she says she's walking back to the wagon, and tells me to call her back in 5 minutes.
Boy, those were the longest 5 minutes of my life, let me tell you. Every second felt like I could have solved the mysteries of life, yet I could not do any constructive thinking for the life of me.
I call her back, no response.
Call her again, nothing.
I go upstairs in the third floor and I want to wake up my step-father and tell him about all this, I decide not to for the time being (hard to explain why, it's difficult and time consuming).
I call her again a few minutes after (felt more like hours), no connection, her cell was out.
I start tugging out my hair because I don't have a driver's license yet, yet feel like grabbing my step-dad's car anyways.
I shake away the thought, I'd rather grab a cab out there.
Before that, I call again...
Response, it is calling. She answers, her voice sounds tiny, like a little girl who had just woken up. It is quiet, so I assume she's back in the forest for some reason. When I speak with her, her voice has a trembling to it at sudden intervals, I ask her what's wrong. She replies that it's no big deal...she can handle it, I stress the question, but never raise my voice.
She starts sobbing, and can't control her breathing properly. She whimpers out, "He...he tried to hit me again, but I managed to get into the house and lock myself in".
I tell her immediately to call the police, this has gone far enough and needs to stop right now before it escalates into something even more terrible. I can hear banging on a door.
I say *I* will call the police, just sit tight there and wait for them to come, she reluctently agrees and I hang up.
The officer doesn't seem to take it all too seriously at first, until I stress what he seemed to miss. He tried to fucking hit her, she's afraid for her life.
He asks for her phone number while informing me that even though she has no money on her cell, emergency numbers are free, I completely forgot that in my rush.
I call her back after waiting a while, I ask her if she talked to the police. She lets out a squeek that resembles a yes, and I follow up with did she tell them to send officers for help. I had previously told her to get police officers out there so she can safely fetch things from his wagon and so that they could drive her here. No such luck, she had declined, saying that, "She couldn't see him any more".
I try to remain calm, but it is getting harder, I ask her how that makes her any safer, but quickly follows up with a long speech about how this can only be fixed by pressing charges and getting his wagon removed.
Now might be a good time to say that she has been through this exact situation before with another boyfriend, and that it was even worse last time. He had locked her into a room and forced her down to the bed, he had not raped her but she was not allowed to leave. Her mom had gotten worried and called the police, and they arrested him and she filed charges. She went through hell for that, her mom was claiming it was her fault and the police were handling the situation like how an orangutang would split up a fight between hooligans and extremist towelheads.
The point being, she would not, could not face that again, it was too hard, no, never. Her sobbing turned into something more.
At this point, I ask her if there is anyone that can drive her back here (all my friends are drunk, it's saturday night), she couldn't think straight at first, and after a while it hit me. I knew she had a friend who drives a cab, that would save me the money, I ask for his phone number and if he's driving right now. I get it, and she thinks he is, remembering from earlier tonight.
I call him up, and she had already gotten a message from her, but she didn't want to face the boyfriend alone, and asked me to come too.
I agree wholeheartedly, I would have asked to come no matter what.
I search around looking for a bat, and I find a pretty big wrench, it'll do.
It never got much use, however, I call her back to inform her we're coming, but her moms "husband" had arrived there, and could loan her the car.
That was 30 minutes ago, and that is around the time it takes to type up this post (I know that now), and also how long it should take for her to get here.
I'm awaiting her arrival now, and let's pray with all our might this has a happy ending, because if not, I will fucking make bones break, skulls crack, and it will be the happiest fucking ending since Hanzel and Gretel beat the shit out of the witch and lived happily ever after, foreverfuckingmore.
Skip forward to a few months later, my step-father tells me how her boyfriend had tried to hit her, and wanted to move away from him, and so she did.
The original plan was that she would stay in our house (which is uber huge, and she would be staying in a room two steps from mine in the 2nd floor), however seeing as she had a freaking 7 dogs and 5 cats (and a horse) that she really had no place to put (except the horse), that turned out to be a tough one (we have 5 cats already, and I doubt they like dogs). Guess who turns up as the rescuing 'angel', her boyfriend and his camping-wagon, of course. They can stay at her moms property 'until things sorts out'.
Fast forward a while more, and I get to know her more since she peddles back and forth the city and there (her mom lives a few miles outside town) going to school nearby my\my step-father's house, and she is the sweetest girl you can imagine. We instantly clicked together like two pieces of lego.
She told me she wasn't really with her boyfriend, he just wouldn't leave and her mom (who is in the almost same fucking situation as her), told her it's just her fault anyways.
A while later I ask her on a date, we ended up not going to the movies but instead watch 'Finding Nemo' on DVD in my room yesterday, we had a great time though nothing much happened but a lot of talking.
Today, I asked her over again, we watch some more DVD's, and this time we're getting busy and the transformation was incredible. You could literally see how the weights she was carrying dropped off her shoulders, and she laughed like never before.
I almost plead her to stay tonight, because I had a bad feeling, and since she had stuff she needed to do in town tomorrow she might as well stay over in one of the guest rooms, she says it would cause too much trouble and seeing as I don't want to be too pushy and turn into her boyfriend (it has to be her decision), I respectfully agreed but had to say it was a bad idea. Her boyfriend calls her up, and she leaves, telling me to call her in about 30-40 mins when she gets home.
I call her, she takes the phone and I can immediately hear there is a ruckus, she sounds ok though so I shrug it off.
Here's where it gets tricky...
She tells me she told him all about what happened in my room (...), and how he got pissed at that, not a huge surprise there.
I can hear him shouting something, not entirely sure what it was, she informs me exactly what, "Bitch, if I drived you all the way back out here just for you to chat again you might as well walk back".
At this point, she is exiting the wagon, walking out along the trench by the road. She's not upset at this point, it sounds more like a jest than anything serious, and so she starts joking that he's getting into the car and going to follow her.
She hides, and says; "Listen..."
I can hear a car driving by silenty in the night, she dismisses it with a giggle though she sounds more nervous now than before.
It is then she informs me that he has tried running her over with his car before, my senses leave me for a second and panic enters, refusing to leave at first.
As I gather up my thoughts, she says she's walking back to the wagon, and tells me to call her back in 5 minutes.
Boy, those were the longest 5 minutes of my life, let me tell you. Every second felt like I could have solved the mysteries of life, yet I could not do any constructive thinking for the life of me.
I call her back, no response.
Call her again, nothing.
I go upstairs in the third floor and I want to wake up my step-father and tell him about all this, I decide not to for the time being (hard to explain why, it's difficult and time consuming).
I call her again a few minutes after (felt more like hours), no connection, her cell was out.
I start tugging out my hair because I don't have a driver's license yet, yet feel like grabbing my step-dad's car anyways.
I shake away the thought, I'd rather grab a cab out there.
Before that, I call again...
Response, it is calling. She answers, her voice sounds tiny, like a little girl who had just woken up. It is quiet, so I assume she's back in the forest for some reason. When I speak with her, her voice has a trembling to it at sudden intervals, I ask her what's wrong. She replies that it's no big deal...she can handle it, I stress the question, but never raise my voice.
She starts sobbing, and can't control her breathing properly. She whimpers out, "He...he tried to hit me again, but I managed to get into the house and lock myself in".
I tell her immediately to call the police, this has gone far enough and needs to stop right now before it escalates into something even more terrible. I can hear banging on a door.
I say *I* will call the police, just sit tight there and wait for them to come, she reluctently agrees and I hang up.
The officer doesn't seem to take it all too seriously at first, until I stress what he seemed to miss. He tried to fucking hit her, she's afraid for her life.
He asks for her phone number while informing me that even though she has no money on her cell, emergency numbers are free, I completely forgot that in my rush.
I call her back after waiting a while, I ask her if she talked to the police. She lets out a squeek that resembles a yes, and I follow up with did she tell them to send officers for help. I had previously told her to get police officers out there so she can safely fetch things from his wagon and so that they could drive her here. No such luck, she had declined, saying that, "She couldn't see him any more".
I try to remain calm, but it is getting harder, I ask her how that makes her any safer, but quickly follows up with a long speech about how this can only be fixed by pressing charges and getting his wagon removed.
Now might be a good time to say that she has been through this exact situation before with another boyfriend, and that it was even worse last time. He had locked her into a room and forced her down to the bed, he had not raped her but she was not allowed to leave. Her mom had gotten worried and called the police, and they arrested him and she filed charges. She went through hell for that, her mom was claiming it was her fault and the police were handling the situation like how an orangutang would split up a fight between hooligans and extremist towelheads.
The point being, she would not, could not face that again, it was too hard, no, never. Her sobbing turned into something more.
At this point, I ask her if there is anyone that can drive her back here (all my friends are drunk, it's saturday night), she couldn't think straight at first, and after a while it hit me. I knew she had a friend who drives a cab, that would save me the money, I ask for his phone number and if he's driving right now. I get it, and she thinks he is, remembering from earlier tonight.
I call him up, and she had already gotten a message from her, but she didn't want to face the boyfriend alone, and asked me to come too.
I agree wholeheartedly, I would have asked to come no matter what.
I search around looking for a bat, and I find a pretty big wrench, it'll do.
It never got much use, however, I call her back to inform her we're coming, but her moms "husband" had arrived there, and could loan her the car.
That was 30 minutes ago, and that is around the time it takes to type up this post (I know that now), and also how long it should take for her to get here.
I'm awaiting her arrival now, and let's pray with all our might this has a happy ending, because if not, I will fucking make bones break, skulls crack, and it will be the happiest fucking ending since Hanzel and Gretel beat the shit out of the witch and lived happily ever after, foreverfuckingmore.