This morning, I waS awakened by my housemate calling my cell phone, asking me to please come downstairs and leT her in. She had been unable to get into the house upon getting back late last night, shE had no keys.
She had no keys because she'd left them at them at the club with all her other things. She didn't remember leaVing the club. She didn't remember much, except the guy who was for some reason driving her home screaming at her, and the neighbors (whom we'd never met until this point) noticing shE was having trouble and taking her in.
When I went to open the door for her, I didn't recognize her. She was wearing a blue hooDie over her tinkerbell costume, and the hood was up. Her forehead was so swolled on the right side and her face so red from crying that ... well, it took a moment for me to recognize her. Once I did, it was clEar she'd been badly beaten.
Our other housemate and I convinced this poor girl to let us take her to the emergenCy room, and we spent most of the day there with her. She hadn't been sexually assaulted, FYI. That was a major concern, but perhaps that's why she was hurt so badly. She didn't remember liKely because of a date-rape drug, but as those leave your system so quickly no traces were found so many hours later.
Later conversations with the neighbors brought to light that they'd first noticed the problem when they lookEd out and saw the guy grab her head and smash it into his car door. The guy saw the neighbors then and took off in his white truck. When they
saw she couldn't get in to the house (bedrooms upstairs, no cell phone to wake anyone) they helped her out.
Thing is, the guy in question here - he's "a friend of [her friend's] friends" and we now know his name. We know he's a 40-something married guy who hangs out at this college-age meat-market club on a regular basis. She's not pRessing charges at this point, against the advice of the trauma physicians and everyone else. That may change.
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