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yesterday i had to call 911 for the first time in my life.
it starts like this: someone rings my doorbell, and because i'm expecting my mom and sister but can't understand why they didn't just call to tell me they were here, i confusedly threw on a sweater to hide my tattoos and opened the apartment door to go downstairs to the main door. when i opened the door, there was a guy standing on the landing between my apartment and apt. 3, and he turned to tell me that he had rung my doorbell by mistake. okay. no big deal. i go back inside and sit on the couch to pet lucy.
i hear him banging on the apt. door across the hall, and then hear the door open. suddenly, i hear the woman who lives across the hall screaming. he has thrown her down the stairs and is continuing to hurt her (by hitting or kicking her, i'm assuming) in some way i can't see, because by this time i'm scared to death and have locked my front door, although i'm still looking/listening through the peephole. she's screaming and screaming at him that he's hurting her, so i call 911 with ridiculously shaking hands.
when the 911 lady answered the phone, i was so shaken up that nearly forgot who i called for a second, and when i got my senses back my voice was shaking so much she could barely understand me.
i feel infinately guilty for not doing something to stop him myself, even though i know i did the smartest thing. apparently this guy has a long history of violence, and if he's willing and able to come beat the shit out of a woman in the hallway of a house, when he knows there are other people home, who knows what he could have done to me if i had intervened. he could have even had a weapon, which is something i didn't even consider until the 911 lady asked me.
so. that was the excitement of yesterday. i was eaves dropping quite a bit, so i know the cops know where this guy lives/works, and they're planning on arresting him. the woman across the hall didn't seem too keen on pressing charges, though, which really upsets me. it's really unnerving when you hear the cops say that they're going to arrest him, and she freaks out and says that he'll kill her if they do. that seems like a damn good reason to press charges to me. it also seems like a damn goood reason to keep our door locked all the time now.
it starts like this: someone rings my doorbell, and because i'm expecting my mom and sister but can't understand why they didn't just call to tell me they were here, i confusedly threw on a sweater to hide my tattoos and opened the apartment door to go downstairs to the main door. when i opened the door, there was a guy standing on the landing between my apartment and apt. 3, and he turned to tell me that he had rung my doorbell by mistake. okay. no big deal. i go back inside and sit on the couch to pet lucy.
i hear him banging on the apt. door across the hall, and then hear the door open. suddenly, i hear the woman who lives across the hall screaming. he has thrown her down the stairs and is continuing to hurt her (by hitting or kicking her, i'm assuming) in some way i can't see, because by this time i'm scared to death and have locked my front door, although i'm still looking/listening through the peephole. she's screaming and screaming at him that he's hurting her, so i call 911 with ridiculously shaking hands.
when the 911 lady answered the phone, i was so shaken up that nearly forgot who i called for a second, and when i got my senses back my voice was shaking so much she could barely understand me.
i feel infinately guilty for not doing something to stop him myself, even though i know i did the smartest thing. apparently this guy has a long history of violence, and if he's willing and able to come beat the shit out of a woman in the hallway of a house, when he knows there are other people home, who knows what he could have done to me if i had intervened. he could have even had a weapon, which is something i didn't even consider until the 911 lady asked me.
so. that was the excitement of yesterday. i was eaves dropping quite a bit, so i know the cops know where this guy lives/works, and they're planning on arresting him. the woman across the hall didn't seem too keen on pressing charges, though, which really upsets me. it's really unnerving when you hear the cops say that they're going to arrest him, and she freaks out and says that he'll kill her if they do. that seems like a damn good reason to press charges to me. it also seems like a damn goood reason to keep our door locked all the time now.