So we get in, deadbolt the door and put some chairs up against it and he's banging and banging and throwing himself against the door. I grab for the phone and Elaine calls. I explain I've got to get off the phone and Elaine tells me it's going to be okay and to get in the bathroom and lock the door. So we run to there and the next thing I know, we've got someone knocking -- not banging on the front door. It was about 15 minutes later. I go to the door and there's some big guy out there. I open it when he says Elaine sent him and it's okay.
He's out there with some friends and they are holding Enrique down. He's -- the guy who knocked on my door that Elaine called -- a Iraq War veteran. I don't know if he was one of Elaine's patients or he referred someone to Elaine (or both) but I thank him. The police show up a few seconds later (finally) and arrest Enrique.
So big thanks to Elaine and the veterans who showed up and probably saved my neighbor and me. No, saved me. No "probably." He was charging at the door over and over, Enrique, and then suddenly nothing. And we were in the bathroom listening. Then there was the light knock on the door and I took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door and tip-toed to the front door to look through the peephole. So no "probably," they saved us. Who knows what the crazy guy would have done.
They were really nice and they stayed until Cedric got back. He comes in and he's looking around like, "Who are these five big White guys?" The look on his face made me laugh and that's when I really felt safe.
I don't know though, I mean what do you do in something like that?
I couldn't have just hid in my apartment. Wasn't there some famous case where a woman was killed or raped in an apartment complex and all her neighbors heard but no one did anything?
Anyway, that was way too eventful. And I'm not going to do a regular post tonight. Sorry. My neighbor was really freaked out -- as anyone would be with some psycho ex knocking her door down -- and I was trying to keep it together for her. It was only after Cedric came in that I felt safe enough to basically lose it and my body just started shaking and I started crying.
It was just so scary. He was screaming he was going to kill her and talking about sodomizing her with a "broken beer bottle" and how he was going to cut up her face after.
And I was going crazy in here, in the apartment. It was probably more scary hearing that than it was rushing down the hall waving the butcher knife at him.
Anyway, that's my post for tonight. Thanks to Elaine and the Iraq War veterans.
This is C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"