I live in a fucking abusive Mexican concentration brothel
Yet again I'm woken up by my neighbors fighting. This time it was different. She was scream, literally shrieking, at the top of her lungs. I heard banging and slapping and some more screaming and crying. Then she come running out of the apartment and her abusive fucktard of a boyfriend/husband slams the door and she's left in the hall, crying and weeping like an 4-year-old girl who just got her candy taken away. I heard her banging on the door for him to let her back in and being denied each time. She gave up shorty after and leaned up against the apartment across the hall and cursed herself for staying in this vituperous relationship. (though she was speaking Spanish, I could sense the discretion) Just as I got closer to my door to pinpoint the words I wouldn't be able to understand anyway, a few men walk through the hall to her door, speaking this language of confusion. They uttered a few words to her and then went into her apartment, slamming the door behind them. I felt like I was living in some sort of Mexican concentration camp. I sifted through my options:
1.)Crack open my door and see if she's alright
2.)Bring her a tissue. Maybe a cup of water?
3.)Break through her apartment door and beat the living shit out of her fucking boyfriend
4.)Or just call the police, since they'd be here anyway after I'm done kicking the abuse out of her man
But I decided on option 5, stay inside and keep to my own business. (mind you, this all started around 11 and it's 12.05 and I can still hear her screaming, though it seemed to move into the stairwell) Why doesn't anyone else in the building do/say something? This is ridiculous. I should start a livejournal for my fucking neighbors. It would sure as hell make more of an interesting journal than my own...
1.)Crack open my door and see if she's alright
2.)Bring her a tissue. Maybe a cup of water?
3.)Break through her apartment door and beat the living shit out of her fucking boyfriend
4.)Or just call the police, since they'd be here anyway after I'm done kicking the abuse out of her man
But I decided on option 5, stay inside and keep to my own business. (mind you, this all started around 11 and it's 12.05 and I can still hear her screaming, though it seemed to move into the stairwell) Why doesn't anyone else in the building do/say something? This is ridiculous. I should start a livejournal for my fucking neighbors. It would sure as hell make more of an interesting journal than my own...