| Cont... The incident that saved my life was on a New Year's Eve over 10 years ago. A few friends of mine had invited me to go out to a dance hall with them to celebrate the New Year. At this point, 'Todd' and I had been broken up for a month or so.'Todd' knew that I was going, as he had been asking around about me and stalking me. He had called me, prior to me going that night, and said that he wanted to see me. I told him that I did not care to see him and for him to leave me alone. He had asked where I was going, I did not tell him, but he said that he knew. He told me that he wanted to talk to me and that he would be waiting outside for me. He had told me like a million other times, that he was sorry and wanted 'one more' chance. I was happy for the first time in years now that I had gotten away from him and was living with my parents. That was the first step in getting out of my situation, to be with people who loved me and filled my head with words of love and support, telling me how wonderful I was, instead of what I was used to hearing, which was what a useless and horrible person I was. I began to get renewed hope living with my parents. I remembered what it was like to feel love and happiness instead of fear and anger. I waited inside the hall as long as I could, not wanting to leave, so I could avoid running into 'Todd'. When I did finally come out, he had been waiting for me in the shadows by the building. my stomache immediately fell to my feet. He ended up tagging along with us to a friend's apartment, where he drank a large majority of the beer, although he had paid nothing for any of it. Later, when one of my friends was complaining about him drinking most of the alcohol and how badly he was driving, he became extremely angry and slammed on the car brakes, throwing me against the dashboard. He became increasingly more violent as the night drug on. When he was too drunk to drive, he sat in the back seat next to me and repeatedly would turn and punch me in the face for no reason. This was one of the only times that I ever fought back. After he beat me a couple times, I began to punch him back with blinding fury. He was later quoted as telling someone that, 'noone had ever hit him harder than the night I hit him and he would never want to get hit by me again'. (That remark did make me smile when I heard it, I have to admit.) It was several years worth of aggression spilling out. That night made me see him exactly as he was, a coward, a liar and a person needing mental help. Being away from him for awhile made me look at things alot differently. I had gotten some of my common sense back. That night made me wonder if I was to ever see my parents again or even the next day. It was the closest to death I have ever gotten. 'Todd' had taken control of the car again, noone would do anything because they were all afraid of him. He drove the car up to where his Father was buried. He attempted to pull me out of the car, through the window by my hair. I do not recall if he ever got me out or what happened after that. I believe I have either blocked it out of my memory or I experienced a blackout during it. I do remember him telling me that that night was the night I was going to die. When he had tried to grab me again, I bit his hand as hard as I could, causing him to scream and release the grip he had on my hair. As I said, after that, I cannot tell you what happened. The whole night night, my so-called "friends" just sat by and watched what happened to me and did nothing. They did not even call the police when they drove away. A real friend (or even someone who is 1/2 a human being) will not watch something happen like this to anyone and not do anything. If so, they are not your friends. After that night, I had nothing more to do with those people. I do not need people like that in my life. What happened next was that I was able to convince him that I was not mad so that I could get his trust so that I could escape & he would not expect it. After him buying some pornography at a local convience store, we went to his house. I was sexually abused there until my Dad came later to get me. He had gotten several calls about what happened. I am so thankful that he came to save me! He was angry but did not realize that I was not there by my own choice. We left to go home & I have never been with 'Todd' since. To Page Three.... |
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