Jun 23, 2014 10:46
a little after midnight last night ash and i heard a man screaming behind the townhouse. it sounded like at least three guys were back there and one was very scared and angry. he was yelling about being held down in the mud. i was bracing myself for a pop. there was a slight quiet where a pop should have been. my walls are too thin and i was scared that if we moved off the couch by the window we would draw attention. i had flashes of what a bolt of something red hot would feel moving through my body. i had flashes of what i would need to do if ash were bleeding. bleeding a lot. bleeding enough to make my stomach turn.
the men moved on. i called 911. i hesitated. i didn't want the cops to have reason to hassle me or ash for any reason. whether just nitpicking for possible violations or in retaliation for being called out where they couldn't find anything. i didn't want to draw attention to myself. and i didn't want to take responsibility for a statement or for that scared man's whereabouts or well-being. but if he were really injured? and no one called for help? i wouldn't want to wish that on anyone.
if a police car ever came they didn't do it in the first fifteen minutes. the men must've been several neighborhoods over by then. we went to bed after that, bringing the dog into the bedroom with us both for her and our comfort. i was tired enough that i still slept even after the adrenaline surge.