This is a recount of a disturbing story I read online. True or not – it does not all make sense, you decide!
A single mother with young children and dogs is literally hounded by her Heroin addicted best friend from high school. She is forced to take his life! She never mentions where her husband is or why she was not taken to a hospital These are her words … (I did edit a lot of the grammar). All images are stock photos.
He was so determined to fail and drag anyone down into his hell with him so I finally said no more. He may have given up and is ok with dying but I wasn’t. He reminded me of a summer night over a decade before when I was angry with him and was leaving because he was so high. He was pulling weeds at midnight by the light of a lighter.
He chased me down and asked me if I’d ever give up on him? The teenager I knew from so long ago was shining through! He was up to something and I loved him for it. No matter who we ended up with, how many kids we had, how rich or poor we became, we’d NEVER GIVE UP ON EACH OTHER!
I wanted to scream. So I did…. In his face. “Wtf do you mean? I have been there for you through all your downfall, you irresponsible selfish shit! You’ve cost me relationships, friendships and thousands upon thousands of dollars and all I’ve ever asked is for you not to do heroin! It’s ruined you! You aren’t you! I hate you! I can’t keep watching you kill yourself and hurt everyone that cares for you!”
He assessed me. I could see the wheels turning. He was very smart and charming. And he was effortlessly funny. But that night I wasn’t having it. The decades of absolute nonsense had caught up with me. He wanted me to hold his hand. I wasn’t going to. He’d never hurt me before, why should I fear him?
Then all of a sudden he was on me! Beating me, choking me, truly trying to hurt me. I couldn’t escape. I was terrified. I convinced him I wasn’t angry and that I wasn’t going to tell the police. I just wanted to get away from him.
Finally, I got my chance and I did. A few days later he found me at a 711 and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to his car. He punched me repeatedly until I was compliant. He dared me to try and escape and he said he would run me over should I try.
He took me to the desert and pulled out a gun. He said he was going to kill me, himself and everyone would know it’s because I was such a cunt. I told him I loved him and that I didn’t care what happened to me, just so long as he promised not to hurt himself. I told him I’d shoot myself so they thought it was a suicide and he didn’t get in trouble. I hoped it would work and it did.
He gave me a hug and said he was sorry and he just needed me to fix him. I agreed and then we got in the car and were driving back in town when we came to a stoplight, I saw a police car so I got out and I ran. They didn’t see me and turned the corner just as I felt something hit my head and all went dark.
I woke up in a hotel room. I wasn’t sure where I was but I heard his voice. “I was starting to worry about you. You knocked out really easy baby.” He’s using Heroin on a couch. “Go take a shower and wipe all the blood off you. Leave your clothes here.”
I started to cry and he flipped out. He came over and slammed me on the bed. Bit me and hit me hard, warning me to be quiet. No more stunts, he warned. You are not getting me caught. I couldn’t escape and I had better get in the the shower before he made a real mess!
I removed my clothes and got in the shower. Everything hurt. I was really messed up. Hair was missing, bruised everywhere, swollen, lumps on my head, bite marks, cuts, blood pouring from my nose and ear… he walked in and told me I looked like shit. “Why do I make him do this shit?”
This must have been what I have always wanted. I had always wanted him to hurt me so now he was going to satisfy my desire. My wish would come true, he was going to hurt me more than anyone before! I belonged to him he claimed. He took the towels away and told me to air dry and then come into the bedroom.
Right by the bathroom was the front door. I had no clothes and no towels so I would have to run naked. I was pretty sure he was going to kill me or hurt me so I went for it! I sprinted into the hall and he grabbed me by my hair. I pulled so hard in my desperation to escape it ripped off my head! He freaked and ran in the other direction. I didn’t look back.
I ran until I found people who gave me a blanket and called the police. I told the deputies what happened and they asked the hotel to give me a room by the office so I would be safe and could rest. Their reasoning was that they could possibly catch him if he tried to return to the other room.
I was without a cell phone since he had smashed it, however I had the hotel room phone and they said security would be in the hall on the lookout. They told me to contact them if I heard anything, but to try and rest. They didn’t want me to go home to my empty house in the suburbs.
The hotel gave me the nicest suite they had above the lobby overlooking the pool. I walked around and went out on the oversized balcony to see if I could see him in the courtyard or pool area. I saw nothing and felt some peace. I went to take a bath and calm down.
As I lay in the bath, I swore I heard the balcony door. Not happening! I’m on the second floor and the place is crawling with cops and security!
All of a sudden he is standing over me. Terror cannot describe the feeling that engulfed me. Later I found out, that he had been on the roof the whole time watching everything. He saw me outside on that balcony. He had walked across the roofs and from there leaped down onto it!
He didn’t do anything, just stared at me. For the first time ever, I could not even read him. Finally, he said he wanted to hold my hand. I obliged and he was happy. He asked why I could I not just do this in the first place! I got out of the tub, he still had my hand firmly gripped.
In pain, I dried off and he helped since I only had one hand free. I was nervous he was going to try something sexual because our friendship had been platonic and I was married. However, he didn’t go there. It was like he didn’t even notice I was naked. Then we lay down as if nothing happened and just before he fell asleep, he told me that he loved me like no one he has ever loved and he would see me dead before he would ever let me go.
He trapped me in his arms and I was just too tired to fight anymore. I fell asleep. I woke up free from his arms. I escaped as he slept. I called the police and told them he was there but by the time they arrived, the room was empty. I returned home. There was silence for a while and then he went crazy calling and texting.
He came to my home, and again I called the police and again he evaded them! He was driving a 10-year-old Trailblazer and they were in brand new Explorers.
A few days later I came home from taking the kids to school and he was back in my house. I screamed “Leave me alone”! He started smashing and throwing things. I told him I would leave. He said go ahead but I will return and everything will be broken and burned!
He finally went into my room, I ran past the door, to the living room where the shotgun was hidden. I grabbed it as he came out of my room. He told me that if I pointed it at him, he was going beat me to death with it. I pointed it at him and told him to just leave. He ran at me and said “I’m going to shoot you with your own gun.”
He threw something down the hall that knocked down a picture. I told him I was calling cops. He grabbed the phone and threw it. I grabbed his phone, trying to call but he was after me. I ran into the guest room, he thought I had gone into my room.
I pulled the trigger. It blew a hole in his shoulder. He screamed and started running. I called 911 and told them I needed an ambulance. I had shot someone: they told me to put the gun in the safe and stay away from him. I went back into the room and he was growling on the floor in a pool of blood. So much blood!
There was a knock at the door and the police arrived. He was still alive when they left in the ambulance but died a few minutes later.
I was questioned at the station and they decided it was most likely self-defense considering the evidence and history. They dropped me off at my blood soaked house that had been ripped apart by investigators. I stood there staring at the scene in shock.
I was just angry! Due to his madness my kids were in CPS custody, and my dogs were in the pound! I was angry that I failed to fix him, at his friends and family for turning their back on him, that I was left as his only friend, and at his ex for being such a wishy-washy weirdo whack job!
I am no longer angry. I saw a therapist and talked to people that helped. I truly wish I had saved him and he had not turned into a monster. I didn’t know who he had become, he truly was my best friend forever…. But then he suddenly wasn’t!
I have little boys that need me. I couldn’t die and he just didn’t want to live anymore!
I KILLED SOMEONE!
I had known him since I was 18 and he was my best friend but he went mad. Everyone had given up on him but I tried to get him to come back from this path of self-destruction and insanity. We had always had a special strange relationship that we kept between ourselves and understood one another on a level that has never been reached again. This time I just couldn’t reach him …