My First Life Changing Event, Part 2

WARNING - This post is not for the faint of heart. It contains sex, violence, and may be difficult to read. It was certainly difficult to write...

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Catch up on Part 1 here.

Part 2
One night, I couldn't stand the isolation anymore. It was about 2am and I figured that the chances of PW being around were minimal. So I left. I was going to walk a block to the corner store and buy munchies. I was trying to figure out what to do. I was hoping my friends could just run him off and life could go back to normal...whatever that was!
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So, I get to the lobby, where the night watch person is, and I go outside. Then I see PW running through the halls toward me. I know I can't outrun him, so I wait. He confronts me in a rage. He is calling me names and saying that I am making up lies about him raping me. I start shouting back, and notice as his fists curl. He shouts at me that his mama didn't raise him to rape a woman, she raised him to treat women with respect. I ask him if his mama taught him to shout and curse at women the way he was shouting at me. He started to raise his left hand to slap me and I grabbed it. I shoved it and him back a half a step.
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I have been in more than a couple of fights in my life, both with guys and girls. I'm not a wuss. I have older brothers and I know how to fight. But PW punched me once, just once. He knocked me out cold. That one punch broke my nose, fractured my maxilla (upper jaw bone), knocked 2 teeth loose, and split my lip, requiring 7 stitches. The fall knocked me out for about 4 minutes, until EMS got there, and left me with a significant concussion.
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When I came to, I remembered everything. At first. By the time I got to the hospital, I was having problems. I couldn't remember the day or date or year or president or any of the other questions they ask you. I couldn't even remember how old I was. It was strange, though. I knew that I knew the answers. I just couldn't find them in my brain. It was freaky. I was there for a while, but they eventually released me.
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When I got back to the dorm, I was told that I needed to go see the campus police. I was not in very good condition, but went anyway. They kept me for 3 hours, interrogating me about the situation. When I explained that I had a concussion and needed to rest (I had been at the hospital all night), it just didn't matter. I had to write statements about the rape and the assault. I did, or tried to. My brain was still not working well. The police said that they were not going to press charges on the rape, because there were no witnesses. But that they would be in touch with me about the assault. They really wanted information about my friends that I was hanging out with off campus. They wanted to know their names and activities, but I didn't tell them anything. So eventually they gave up, let me go, and I wandered back to the dorm to get some rest.
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I had no clue what to do at that point. PW had disappeared, but I knew he could turn up at any point. I knew he still had a gun and a knife. But I was really close to finishing my degree. So I was leaning toward staying. I tried to get ahold of my off campus friends, but nobody was returning my calls. I really just wanted to rest anyway, so didn't worry about it too much.
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A guy that I had known since my freshman year knocked on my door. He was involved in the same sort of thing that my friends were, only he was "working" on campus. He and I were respectful toward one another, friendly, but not close. He asked if he could come in and talk to me. At first I said no. I actually said "F**k you! Hell no!!" I was scared. Of everyone. Then I looked at him and I looked in his eyes. I saw worry and concern behind his typical front. I let him in. He sat down and his front vanished. He spoke to me like an older brother. And his words saved my life. I truly believe that to this day.
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"Listen, I'll make this quick. P went to your crew (my off campus friends) and told them that you were at the police station and snitched on them and their business. P then came to me and my crew and told us the same d**n thing. Folks saw you walking back from the police and made their own connections. Girl, I know you better than that and I saw what he did to you. I know what he did before he beat the crap out of you too. I have a mama and two sisters and that sh** is ill. But you need to know what he is doing. He is setting you up. You need to get the f**k out of here now. Tonight.
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And I did. Thanks, Greg! I am convinced that Greg saved my life. I moved home with my family, and began to heal. That winter, I had my car accident and broke my neck - see my Second Life Changing Experience. I stayed away from school for a few years, until I knew that absolutely everyone I had associated with was gone. Then I went back and finished.

My First Life Changing Event, Part 1

WARNING - This post is not for the faint of heart. It contains sex, violence, and may be difficult to read. It was certainly difficult to write...

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FAMILY WARNING - Mom does not need to know the details of this post...ever!! She knows the basics and that is enough.
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I had "talked to" this young man for a while. We were friends and both lived in dorms on campus that faced each other. We had partied together and had slept together a few times. We remained friends, talking daily and just hanging out. He was dating a young lady that needed a personal assistant due to a physical disability. I was a paid assistant for her. She and I were also friends. I was dating someone as well. He and I both had pet boa constrictors that we had snuck into the dorms. We had a lot in common and were pretty good friends. This took place in the summertime, between semesters, back in the early 90's.

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Physically, PW was gorgeous. He had dark skin, bright white teeth, and adorable dimples. He was always kind, funny, and affectionate. He had studied martial arts since he was a kid. He had just gotten out of the army. He was very muscular. And very.......mmmmm.......talented. If ya know what I mean!

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At this time in my life, I was also hanging around some folks who weren't college students. Most of them were older and were involved in.......mmmmm..........colorful activities. They were a rough group. I actually fit in well. I could be myself and have fun and party. There were guns and drugs and violence everywhere, but I knew how to avoid it. I was there just to have fun.

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One Friday, I had gotten paid. I worked at a retail store as well as helping the young woman who was physically disabled. I cashed my check. That night, I wanted a pizza. I only had a $100 left. When I ordered the pizza, I told them that I only had a $100 and they would not bring enough cash to give me change. I had no checking account. So, I stopped to think about who had change. PW was the closest. My other friends would have change, too, but PW lived on campus. So, I called PW. He had change and, even better, he had...party supplies, both alcohol and some good other stuff. So the plan was that I would go and cash the $100 and then we would get the pizza and party together. It sounded like an excellent plan to me!

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When I got to his room, PW had started the party without me. He was high and a little tipsy. He changed my $100, but then started joking around and wouldn't give me the change. We laughed and joked around, but then it became clear that he was going to be a jerk. I stood up to leave and demanded my money back. I was pissed by this point. He finally got up and handed me my money. I turned to leave and as I walked toward the door, he grabbed me. I thought he was joking.

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He spun me around and pushed me up against the bunk beds in his room. I had never seen that look on his face and I was scared. It was sweet, but with anger and control behind it. He tried to sweet-talk me and convince me to have sex with him, just once more, for old time's sake. He smiled and showed his dimples, but they weren't quite as cute anymore. I told him no, that I was dating someone and was faithful. Then he got angry.

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I was terrified. He was stronger than I was. And he had both a knife and a gun. I knew that he could end my life if he so chose. I knew that he was under the influence and that I was in very real danger. I wanted to fight. I wanted so badly to bite when I had the opportunity to inflict lifelong damage. I remember weighing the options for a moment. I remember thinking, "If he makes me..............I'm going to bite it off." But then the violence took over. I numbed out (the clinical term would be disassociated), in order to deal with what was going on. I won't go into detail about what happened (you all don't need the gory details), but it was bad.

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When it was over, he threw the money at me and laughed. He told me that he made a bet with his girlfriend (my "friend") that he could lure me back for a one night stand. She said no way. He laughed again and said that he knew he could do it. I just looked at him blankly and walked away.

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I went to one of the resident advisers and told her what had happened. She didn't know what to do. I thought about going to the police, but did not like or trust the police at that point in my life. They had never helped me before when I needed it and I had no faith that they would help this time.

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So I went to my friends. I was a mess, physically and emotionally. They made plans to go find him and "take care of business." I just wanted it to go away. I went back to my dorm and locked myself in my room for 5 days. I had food and stuff, but was afraid to go out. I was hoping my friends would call, but they couldn't catch up with PW.

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Part 2 coming soon!