|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
you know... it doesn't matter how attractive the guy is... you still just end up wanting to kick the guy's ass.
So... I smoke at the edge of the open garage as a courtesy to the home owner that is allowing me to stay in his home. This man already knows, as does my husband, about the violent rapist that spotted me standing at the edge of his open garage.
The three of us have discussed this man. There's no point in physical description because I'm white and so are they. So I did the best I could, "He looks like the standard stereotype of a gang member. He's medium black color... so not really dark. But his facial features are all basic black guy stereotype... fat lips, fat nose..."
My husband: "What kind of hair?"
Me: "Barely there... but black. Really, really short."
Me: "5'8-5'10... he was teasing me very exaggerated and I haven't seen him stand up straight up close, yet."
I demonstrated his posture and movements for the two men seperately... First, my husband...
"When was the last time you've seen someone walking around like that?"
"Exactly! You can't miss him!!! You've never seen anything like it, before!"
...A little bit later I show my roommate... "Have you ever seen anyone walking around like that?"
"No!" he nervously laughs and scratches. Both these men are soldiers.
...So last night... 2:30ish... there I am, again...
as I explained to my husband, I'm not going to be a scaredy-cat little bitch stuck up in the house! This place ain't exactly burglar-proof, anyway!
...and I see car headlights moving very slowly in my direction... the same direction you-know-who came in on his bike. After just a moment... the car zoomed forward and drove past very quickly. A little white hatchback. Looked like a black guy driving.
As soon as I saw the lights, I figured it was him...
...aaaannnndddd guess who I just saw driving by in a little white hatchback???
So... I can be on the lookout for him with my smartphone handy... and hopefully he doesn't strike before I have a chance to get his info.
Because right now... my only option is go to the police office...
demonstrate to everyone there what I can do... then explain the situation and hope they can help me... but, unfortunately... I know that this only counts as speculation... the whole thing... even the car driving by... because he lives really close to me!!! So he just drives by, anyway (he wouldn't take this street, logically, though... not a straight shot to the main roads).
I want to avoid what I know is going to happen, soon.
I don't know how. My husband and roommate both go to work on Monday morning. This dude is already learning my habits and my husband and roommate's habits...
Furthermore... I saw two diff black dudes just randomly walking down the street... checking me out. Yeah... so... he, potentially, has a little team of assholes scoping out the place.
There were only the black people that live on this street walking around as of the few weeks I've been here. Now... two random dudes walking down the road... wearing gang shit... checking me out with the sides of their eyes as they walked by the whole time (that's not fucking normal--normal dudes rubber neck a few times).
It's going to be sooner than one would imagine... and it might be a gang thing. I might walk around with a golf club, afterall. That may have been a gang leader, or something... and I may have opened up a can of serious fucking worms... Good ol' Emily-style!
*sleep with one eye-open... gripping the pillow tight *
*shaking* *mua* *whimpers*