Please note, that this post is unsettling and contains disturbing information about a physical attack upon another person. This may not be suitable for all readers.
I have thought about this over and over about whether or not I should even write about it at all. But after convening with some medical professionals and colleagues, all have been encouraging that I do so, for the sake of it being therapeutic and a release of emotions and tensions.
On the 10th of August 2024 I was excited to be able to go out once more to enjoy some live music entertainment. I could feel that it was going to be something worth writing about for this blog, but never would I have imagined that I would have to separate the beginning story of the journey from the rest of the evening's experience, especially after what I had experienced.
I began the journey just like always, heading west to the end of the street so that I can cross and arrive at the city bus stop and from there make my way into the downtown area. But at this particular moment I heard someone shouting in an angry manner. I looked to where the sound was coming from and on the opposite side of the street, a man heading east was swearing and cursing to himself out loud.
Seeing that he was not coming towards me, I continued across the street and arrived at the bus stop. I checked the bus schedule on my cell phone and found that I was there just a little too early, so I had to wait anywhere from 12-15 minutes for the bus to arrive as scheduled.
I proceeded to send messages to friends in order to pass the time. I was making lighthearted conversation about how excited I was to be getting out of the four walls from which I reside and doing something that I enjoy.
From my right, I heard a voice that startled me. The voice said, "Excuse me? I know you are going to say 'no', but can I PLEASE borrow your phone so that I can call my mom?"
It was the same person that I had seen just minutes before going in the opposite direction, and now he was only three feet away from me.
He was shirtless and sweaty. And that made sense to me in the moment as it is August in Texas. It's hot. We are all going to be sweaty if we are going to be outside.
I noticed though that his arms, legs, chest, and neck were covered in tattoos. Some of those tattoos I was able to recognize as prison gang tattoos.
I told the man, "No. I am sorry..."
I was not able to finish my sentence, and the man exploded into a violent rage. He started cussing at me, begging to use the phone. Again, I told him no, and his rage continued to grow.
There was darkness in his eyes that I had never seen before in a person.
Had I been able to finish what I was saying, I would have been able to inform him that I only had a few minutes left of waiting for the city bus and therefore would not be able to stick around while he made his phone call.
I also might add that I had a fear of him taking the phone and stealing it as he could have easily just started running away and I would not have been able to catch if I had given him my cell phone.
None of this would matter in the end.
He began to get louder and angrier. Pleading his case once more to let him use my cell phone before doing a complete turn around and calling me a "pussy ass white bitch" and I imagine that was his way of feeling to be the better person in this situation.
He then started to do this thing where it looked like he was going to walk away but then turned around and came charging back at me. Each time getting closer to and closer to me.
He asked once more and before I could even tell him no again, he called me a "stinking white cocksucker motherfucker" and stuck his hand down the front of his shorts with his index finger and middle finger together, simulating that he had a weapon hidden in his shorts.
I knew that he didn't because I would have seen a bulge in his shorts if he did. And furthermore, if he DID have a weapon hiding in his shorts, he would have pulled it out on me.
The threats started with "You fucking wanna get shot, motherfucker??" and that's when everything changed. I had an awful feeling that he simply wasn't going to walk away any time soon and I just was not sure of how I was going to get out of this situation alive.
Then he stepped closer to me and hit me in the face which caused the mask that I was wearing to come off. It ended up in his grasp and he then threatened to break my phone, asking if I wanted him to break his phone, followed by more profane name calling.
I proceeded to send messages to friends in order to pass the time. I was making lighthearted conversation about how excited I was to be getting out of the four walls from which I reside and doing something that I enjoy.
From my right, I heard a voice that startled me. The voice said, "Excuse me? I know you are going to say 'no', but can I PLEASE borrow your phone so that I can call my mom?"
It was the same person that I had seen just minutes before going in the opposite direction, and now he was only three feet away from me.
He was shirtless and sweaty. And that made sense to me in the moment as it is August in Texas. It's hot. We are all going to be sweaty if we are going to be outside.
I noticed though that his arms, legs, chest, and neck were covered in tattoos. Some of those tattoos I was able to recognize as prison gang tattoos.
I told the man, "No. I am sorry..."
I was not able to finish my sentence, and the man exploded into a violent rage. He started cussing at me, begging to use the phone. Again, I told him no, and his rage continued to grow.
There was darkness in his eyes that I had never seen before in a person.
Had I been able to finish what I was saying, I would have been able to inform him that I only had a few minutes left of waiting for the city bus and therefore would not be able to stick around while he made his phone call.
I also might add that I had a fear of him taking the phone and stealing it as he could have easily just started running away and I would not have been able to catch if I had given him my cell phone.
None of this would matter in the end.
He began to get louder and angrier. Pleading his case once more to let him use my cell phone before doing a complete turn around and calling me a "pussy ass white bitch" and I imagine that was his way of feeling to be the better person in this situation.
He then started to do this thing where it looked like he was going to walk away but then turned around and came charging back at me. Each time getting closer to and closer to me.
He asked once more and before I could even tell him no again, he called me a "stinking white cocksucker motherfucker" and stuck his hand down the front of his shorts with his index finger and middle finger together, simulating that he had a weapon hidden in his shorts.
I knew that he didn't because I would have seen a bulge in his shorts if he did. And furthermore, if he DID have a weapon hiding in his shorts, he would have pulled it out on me.
The threats started with "You fucking wanna get shot, motherfucker??" and that's when everything changed. I had an awful feeling that he simply wasn't going to walk away any time soon and I just was not sure of how I was going to get out of this situation alive.
Then he stepped closer to me and hit me in the face which caused the mask that I was wearing to come off. It ended up in his grasp and he then threatened to break my phone, asking if I wanted him to break his phone, followed by more profane name calling.
He walked off once more and threw my mask on the ground to get rid of it. Then he turned back yet again and charged full throttle.
From that point I received several punches. A lot of them were poorly thrown but nonetheless came into contact with my body somewhere. The arm, the face, the top of my head. Whatever.
He did this all in broad daylight. And in front of traffic as I was at the southwest corner of an intersection that had a traffic light.
The light was red at the point of the attack, and I heard from the street someone calling "You need help??"
The attacker then repeated dared me to call the police over and over again. He even as far as to tell me what his supposed name was, and the Latin gang's name of which he goes by.
I briefly looked over into the traffic and nodded at the people inquiring if I needed help and motioned with my hand for them to come over. But I never saw them do so.
The attacker took a swipe at my cell phone which was in my right hand. I assume that he was trying to break it or damage it. He then leaned his face towards me and was encouraging me to hit him in the face or jaw. I told him, "I'm not hitting you."
After that I noticed out of the corner of my eye that traffic was moving again, and I figured that the light had turned green. But he did this in front of all of those drivers.
The attacker then said to me, "I'm going to go get a fucking gun and in two minutes I am going to come back to shoot you in the fucking face, you bitch!!!"
He walked away. This time for good. I watched until he completely disappeared from my sight, because after several times of him walking away then coming back, I just didn't know when it was going to be the last time.
As I came to the conclusion that the ordeal was over, the first thing that I thought of was to go home and hide. I looked at my cell phone and when he hit it, he damaged the case a little, but it still works. I looked to see the time and the bus was scheduled to arrive in two minutes time.
I could either wait the two minutes and get on the bus and get out of there or I could retreat home. I decided to wait it out and get on the bus and leave the area.
I noticed that my right hand was shaking very violently, and I wondered why that was. A home health nurse would say that it was probably the result of adrenaline that made it shake so much.
Those two minutes seemed like hours. And right when I saw the bus was approaching from down the street, a couple came from the rear of the bus stop. The man asking if I was okay and the woman walking behind him talking on her cell phone. It had appeared that they had called 911 and was talking to the police dispatcher to report what they had witnessed from being in the traffic. I could tell because her phone was turned on to speakerphone.
Then I had another choice to make. I could either stay there and wait for the police to arrive or I could get on the bus that was approaching and get away from the area and go do what I originally planned to do to begin with.
I chose to get on the bus.
I looked at the man saying that I was not hurt, and I was not bleeding or seemingly physically injured but very shaken up about it. Then I heard the woman say, "I called the police."
I replied to them that I was leaving, then I don't know why but I told them exactly where I was going. And then got on the bus, feeling a lot safer now that I was on the bus and the door was closed and in motion moving away from the scene.
From that point I received several punches. A lot of them were poorly thrown but nonetheless came into contact with my body somewhere. The arm, the face, the top of my head. Whatever.
He did this all in broad daylight. And in front of traffic as I was at the southwest corner of an intersection that had a traffic light.
The light was red at the point of the attack, and I heard from the street someone calling "You need help??"
The attacker then repeated dared me to call the police over and over again. He even as far as to tell me what his supposed name was, and the Latin gang's name of which he goes by.
I briefly looked over into the traffic and nodded at the people inquiring if I needed help and motioned with my hand for them to come over. But I never saw them do so.
The attacker took a swipe at my cell phone which was in my right hand. I assume that he was trying to break it or damage it. He then leaned his face towards me and was encouraging me to hit him in the face or jaw. I told him, "I'm not hitting you."
After that I noticed out of the corner of my eye that traffic was moving again, and I figured that the light had turned green. But he did this in front of all of those drivers.
The attacker then said to me, "I'm going to go get a fucking gun and in two minutes I am going to come back to shoot you in the fucking face, you bitch!!!"
He walked away. This time for good. I watched until he completely disappeared from my sight, because after several times of him walking away then coming back, I just didn't know when it was going to be the last time.
As I came to the conclusion that the ordeal was over, the first thing that I thought of was to go home and hide. I looked at my cell phone and when he hit it, he damaged the case a little, but it still works. I looked to see the time and the bus was scheduled to arrive in two minutes time.
I could either wait the two minutes and get on the bus and get out of there or I could retreat home. I decided to wait it out and get on the bus and leave the area.
I noticed that my right hand was shaking very violently, and I wondered why that was. A home health nurse would say that it was probably the result of adrenaline that made it shake so much.
Those two minutes seemed like hours. And right when I saw the bus was approaching from down the street, a couple came from the rear of the bus stop. The man asking if I was okay and the woman walking behind him talking on her cell phone. It had appeared that they had called 911 and was talking to the police dispatcher to report what they had witnessed from being in the traffic. I could tell because her phone was turned on to speakerphone.
Then I had another choice to make. I could either stay there and wait for the police to arrive or I could get on the bus that was approaching and get away from the area and go do what I originally planned to do to begin with.
I chose to get on the bus.
I looked at the man saying that I was not hurt, and I was not bleeding or seemingly physically injured but very shaken up about it. Then I heard the woman say, "I called the police."
I replied to them that I was leaving, then I don't know why but I told them exactly where I was going. And then got on the bus, feeling a lot safer now that I was on the bus and the door was closed and in motion moving away from the scene.
My best theory is that the attacker either was on something or his mental state was not 100% intact, or a combination of both. I don't really know. What I do know is that when I came home several hours later that night, my head was on a swivel, looking for any person out there to make sure that nobody was coming in my direction. And I do have this fear of leaving the apartment complex because what if I encounter this guy again??
The psychological damage is there, soon to turn into a scar.
It is a third-degree felony to do what he did to me. A maximum jail sentence of five years and up to a $10,000 fine. But the toll it has put on me will last a lifetime.
Eventually I will have to leave the apartment for whatever reason. But the fear inside my head is camping out indefinitely.
The psychological damage is there, soon to turn into a scar.
It is a third-degree felony to do what he did to me. A maximum jail sentence of five years and up to a $10,000 fine. But the toll it has put on me will last a lifetime.
Eventually I will have to leave the apartment for whatever reason. But the fear inside my head is camping out indefinitely.
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