Innocent People and Guns

So, I started working at the CPA firm, and it was a good job, too! I worked a lot of hours, including Saturdays, but I also had a vehicle to drive. That helped. I met some great people at that place who helped me and didn't even know it.

Sometime that next spring, I had a terrible feeling when I was at work one day. Don had taken me to work, and he had my truck. I called my friend (who was now married to the guy who pushed her down the stairs and lived in my little first apartment with me).

We think that the two of those guys (husbands) had some sort of sick connection. They were constantly getting into trouble together, her husband did drugs and women, and mine did alcohol and women. They were both seriously abusive, and he was getting worse with her than ever.

There was a point when I had the burn on my leg that they were at our apartment, and her husband got mad at her and slammed his fist into her face right in front of us. Her teeth almost went all the way through her cheek. It really shook Don up, and he got her out of there as there was blood was going everywhere. I think it shook her husband up, too. Neither of them changed, though.

She came and picked me up, and we went to my house. Of course, my truck was not there. We went to the apartment complex we lived at the time of the bloody cheek incident, and my truck was in the parking lot. Our husbands were in the swimming suits by the pool with some women. I told her I was going to take my truck, and I did. I got out of the car, as the guys watched, and I threw their belongings on the ground. I got in and drove home, but I parked on another street. I knew it would take him a while to get there. And I waited. I stayed on the floor behind the bed as I heard him come and get his stuff and leave again.

I felt bad (what was wrong with me????), and I drove to find them. When I did see him, he started yelling all sorts of profanity at me and calling me names. I finally went back home. I was very upset and crying. I should have known he wouldn't change! He was still doing the exact same things he had always done.

This finally blew over, I went and picked him up later that night, and things were back to "normal."

Sometime during the time I worked at the CPA office, he picked me up from work when he was drunk. On the way home, someone was tailgating him, and it angered him. So he started chasing the guy. We were going fast. We drove by our street to get home, and I was begging him to just go home, and he told me to shut the ______ up, hit me, opened up the glove box and pulled out his loaded gun. And he started driving faster.

I kept hoping the police would pull him over as he was going very fast throughout the city. That guy must have been scared; I would have been! When the guy got into his driveway, he jumped out of his car and ran to the porch as Don shot at him six times. And we sped away.

I was scared to death! I didn't know what to do, so I just held onto the door handle and prayed that we would make it home okay. Should I turn him into the police? If I did, they wouldn't believe me anyway. And then he would come after me when he wouldn't be arrested, and he would kill me. What should I do?

When we finally got home, I took the gun and left when he was in the bathroom and went to his mom's. We sat out on her porch, and I told her what happened that night. She couldn't believe it either, and I asked her to keep the gun because I was scared. She agreed to do it. When I got home, I told him the gun was in his mom's possession now.

Was that guy hit? Did he call the police? Did he get my license tag on my truck? It was registered to me! I didn't know what to do, and I was scared to death.