Just Another L.A. Tragedy

He took my arm and he pulled me back to the bedroom, but on our way, I saw a large kitchen knife on the counter. It was in my reach, I could have grabbed it and stabbed him in the back, but I didn’t. I didn’t, because I knew if I didn’t do it right-he would use it on me. That knife has never once left my mind. He finally finished killing me inside and went to sleep. I didn’t sleep all night; he had me tightly under his arm. All I could hear around me was planes, sirens, helicopters, and people outside. I waited for the sun to come up, as if the light would some how save me, like nothing bad ever happens during the day. I got up at 6:30 am, put my clothes on, and ran to the living room. I sat there quietly and waited for him to get up. I told him to take me home, because he had promised he would in the morning. Then he told me he lost his car keys and I thought I would be stuck there forever. He found them and drove me back. No one was there, but the door was unlocked. I just wanted him to leave and get away from me. I was afraid that he would do it again. He kissed me on the head and said, “Thanks for last night.” It felt like one last smack in the face, a perfect ending to a night from hell.

When he left, I got in the shower and watched the blood run down my legs-which lasted a week. I knew I couldn’t go to the hospital, because I had no way to get there and I was afraid. I locked every window and door to the house when he left, just in case he decided to come back. I didn’t want to call my family, because I was afraid they’d tell me they told me so. I felt stupid, angry, and sickened. I ended up telling my roommate what his friend did to me and he acted shocked. He told me he tried to call his friend to see what we were doing and if I was ok [which I remember him getting calls and texts] but he never answered them. When I asked who it was, he told me it was his friend…no big deal.

I ended up leaving L.A. a week later. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t live in that house or work with those people. Not only that, but there were other things that made me feel unsafe. During that time, the media was making a big deal about illegal immigrants. The guy and his friend were Mexican and I am not so sure if they were legal. The guy I was staying with was looking for a way to bring people over from Mexico illegally. I often wondered if I was a product of a terrorist attack. A mad group of illegal’s looking to hurt legal people. I’ve played things over in my head and thought of everything imaginable, but I’ll never know. I don’t care to know, I am just happy I survived that and made it home safely. It took a ninety dollar cab ride and a prayer that the cab company had gotten the request I put online, as he hid the phone from me and refused to give me a ride to the airport.