So this morning (2:20ish in the A.M.) I was taking out my contacts when I heard someone knocking at my door. Or at least it sounded eerily like it, much too real sounding to be the tv. However, I couldn't imagine anyone coming to my house at this hour so I almost ignored it but... Well I opened the door and sure enough there was someone there. Though this someone was no one that I knew. She was crying and asked if I had a phone. I handed her my cell and she immediately called 911. I stood there and listened as she described how her boyfriend had "almost" hit her and had knocked her down and dragged her into the alley behind our apartment complex. How she was lucky to get away and how he was drunk and crazy and needed to be arrested. I stood there listening in horror as I realized what all the sounds where that I had heard earlier. I had thought I heard some arguing, and I thought I heard someone running on the rocks outside but I thought nothing of it at the time. Now I know that while I was sitting in my living room blissfully unaware of what was going on outside my front door, this poor woman was being traumatized.
As I'm standing there I become aware that this isn't necessarily over. He could come back at any moment. He could come back tomorrow and still be pissed. What to do then? What if he came back and just started dragging her away again? I've never been taught what to do in such a situation. Do I just call 911 again and hope they get there before it escalates too much? Do I whack him over the head with a bottle or a stick? Do I engage him and try and pull him off of her? My mind began racing and I put on my shoes because the last thing I would want is to have to fight some angry drunk guy in my socks.
She's back at her apt now. I asked her if she wanted a ride somewhere but she declined. It sounds like she's talking to the cops. I hope it all turns out alright for her...
But I ask you Duke City, what does one do? I'm not a big guy and I'm easily scared, but the thought of standing idly by as a fellow human is hurt is more than I can stomach. Luckily nothing more has happened so far, but I think it's going to be hard to sleep now as every bump and creak is going to make me worry that he's come back and is going to be banging on my neighbor's door and acting all violent like. Damn violent people! Can't we all just have rainbows and unicorns to solve our differences? Must we resort to raised voices and clenched fists?