Just Beat It
So, things progressed between us for the next couple weeks. We would have really good times, but at the same time fights like no other. After every fight, no matter who was at fault, I would feel bad and apologize. He had this knack of doing really horrible things to me and somehow manipulating me into thinking I had either deserved the abuse or was the cause of it. In the back of my mind I knew I hadn't, but at the same time I had never meet anyone who could make everything about them and believe they were justified on having everything handed to them.
My Best Friend was going to out of town for a week and asked if I could watch his place while he was gone. Of course I told him I could, and of course the boy would also be house sitting as well. Things were OK until I realized that he was on my friends computer cruising sex sites. I didn't realize this is what he was doing until he borrowed my car to go fuck someone else. I couldn't believe it. Again, when I confronted him upon his return it was me who was at fault. How dare I invade his privacy like that, he would never be able to trust me again. OK, wait a second, didn't you just lie to me, take my car and go fuck someone? Of course nothing happened, he felt too guilty once he got there. Blah Blah Blah. But of course our minds play funny tricks on us when we want something to be true. And my mind pushed it aside.
So we are coming to the end of the summer now, and my new job was scheduled to start. I was based in the field, but my corporate office was about 60 miles away. Now 60 miles in LA can be days during rush hour. Sense he wasn't working he offered to go with me so I could use the car pool lane. I thought that was a very nice gesture, considering he didn't know anyone down there. My first week at the new job I learn that I will be going to Vegas in 2 weeks to help get one of my stores ready for a Board of Directors Meeting. I would be there for a week. The boy not having a job of course couldn't afford to get a airline ticket, so I had planned on surprising him by driving out so he could go with me. I figured while I was at work he could take advantage of the spa and pool and just kick back and relax. Now, I didn't want to tell him this plan until the very last minute incase something changed and I wouldn't be able to take him along.
So the night before I was to leave I told him I needed to stay at his place so it would be easier for me to get to the airport in the morning. That night we were going to go out to dinner. I figured at dinner I would tell him my plan, and knowing how he is he would be beyond excited. Well, I picked him up and already I could tell he was in a mood. He asked where we were going to dinner, and I told him it didn't matter where ever he wanted. God can't you ever make a fucking decision he snapped at me. A little caught off guard by that reply I said yes I can we'll go to Swingers. And so we drove in silence to the restaurant. At this point I wasn't talking because 1) I couldn't understand this wave of hostility, and 2) why should I even try if he isn't going to.
We arrive at the restaurant, get a table and sit in silence. The boy staring with this pissed off look right straight ahead, but not even at me. This is going to be a fun evening. So, I pull out my phone. I have the bright idea of texting him, So do you want to go to Vegas with me tonight? Before I hit send I looked up at him and thought, should I even put myself into a situation where everything could go wrong and I quite possibly lose my job. No I don't. So I closed my phone and said, why are we even here? His pissed off look became hatred as it finally found me. I don't know, let's go, and he stood up and left. I went to the host, told him we had to go and paid for our dinner, as always. I went outside and he was waiting for me at the car. I was tempted to just drive off and leave him there but didn't. As we were driving away he started in on the insults, about how pathetic I was, how worthless, selfish and waste of time. And then it happened. As I am driving up Highland, one of the busiest streets in Los Angeles, he started hitting me. When I say hitting, I mean full on punches to my face, one after another after another. I helpless because I can't tae my hands off the wheel or I would hit someone floor it and take the first street I can off of Highland. I pull over finally and am able to defend myself somewhat against this onslaught of punches. All I was able to do was say, I don't understand why you're doing this, I loved you. He told me just drive. And I did. I think we made it 5 blocks before this hatred erupted again and this time he grabbed the wheel and tried to steer us into a telephone pole. I was able to regain control of the car, spotted a gas station with a police car. I pulled in and stopped, unfortunately as soon as I pulled in the police car pulled out. So I kept going, we were almost back to his place and all I wanted was for him to get out of my car. Finally I pulled down his street and he was screaming, give me the drugs, I know you have some. Granted I did, but I wasn't about to give him anything after what he had just done. I pulled over and he grabbed my suitcase in attempts to go through it and find what he wanted, I jumped out of the car and grabbed the handle. I don't know how but somehow I was able to get it back from him and I through it into the car and locked all the doors. OK. almost free. I was able to get on the opposite side of the car from him, I unlocked the driver side door jumped in and quickly hit the lock button. He ran up to the side of my car and tried to smash in my window. Shaking I got the car started threw it into drive and took off, not before he could kick the side of my car with all his might. As I drove off he was on the phone with 911 telling them that his Boyfriend had just assaulted him and was driving away. Knowing which was he would tell them I was going I went home a different way.
I finally made it back. Now I am still living with my ex boyfriend who was not expecting to see me for a week. He was already in bed when I drove into the driveway. By the time I was unlocking the door he was there, and as the door swung open his eyes changed from confusion to concern. What the hell happened? I stood there in the door way, black eye, broken nose and blood all over my face. I broke down in tears and collapsed to the floor. I couldn't speak. And all I could think was how am I going to explain this tomorrow when I have to meet the CEO, Senior Vice President and Board of Directors in Las Vegas.
