So, in case you're wondering why I'm blogging at this ungodly hour, it's because I can't get back to sleep. I was woken up about an hour ago -- again! -- by the neighbours next door. I live in an attached townhouse and these 20-something kids who moved in next door are generally quiet... except when they fight.
This time I woke up again to screams of him calling her names that will not be reapeated here, and her screaming, "No! Please stop! Leave me alone!" and crying -- uncontrollably crying. This is usually followed by thumping, banging, running and more thumping.
This is the third time in a month I've woken up to these sounds. This time I thought, "Right, enough is enough." And I called 911.
After I called the police, the screaming escalated. For the first time, I actually heard her scream, "Help me! Somebody, please.... help me."
I just thought, "Hang on, honey... Help is on the way."
The police came and all went silent. The police knocked and knocked on the door and finally I went out and said to them, "Don't go. Theyr'e in there. They just got quiet when you arrived."
It took the police half an hour to get inside, but they did.
I was saddened, but not terribly surprised, when the police came back after a few minutes to say that there no blood and everything appeared to be fine. Her life is not in danger.
All I could think was ... maybe not this time.