I was having such a nice fay after work today. I left work and had lunch at one of my favorite places. At about 3pm I got to paint at a nice little coffee place that I frequent with my beloved. We had dinner at a Seafood Bar, although usually good they had a very bad cook today. Way too much salt!
Anyway, on the usually quiet drive home, I was behind a car, a silver Hyundai fx, and what I witnessed... well it's just really Awful!
Contents of the car ahead...
The driver was a male. Possibly dark skinned as his profile features appeared of African decent. The passenger was a female (or very feminine female impersonator.) Her hair was permed and fluffy. Much like a very young woman (a teen or even prostitute might wear.) I could not see her face for that hair but she seemed meek, as her head tilted forward.
The situation...
Of all things that can and is done in an auto, the best thing to remember is that it's not a very private place. Cars are very public and even when you believe you can do as you please, you can always be seen. Because of this simple fact I witnessed, unnoticed, a bit of horrible domestic violence.
You would believe that it should be hard to tell, as it is after sundown and I'm in a different car, but no... I could still make out their silhouettes with my headlights shining in, as well as the simple fact of their car's lack of tinting on the back window.
What I saw...
It is a difficult thing to see something like this, especially since there was nothing I could do to stop it. At first I wasn't close enough to see more than the guy weaving earlier on the road. Automatically you think that he might either be high, drunk or possibly clouded by sleep as those are the usual suspects.
However, as we approached the red light, I saw him lean towards the passenger and she backed up towards her window. He seemed to be yelling as his lips moved quickly and opened wider than normal. Then she went towards him rather quickly her head ducked down between him and the middle of the front seat.
I nearly couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, as she came back up she seemed held down a bit. He had her by her hair!
Then he pushed her head away and I could see his hand come up as she was released... she then cowered in her chair. He leaned towards her yet again with the yelling.
I could feel her fear... how she moved her head and tried to keep her distance and that's when I looked at the license plate (and made a mental note of the number), just in case because his anger was in a fit of rage.
I could feel it all in my safe distance from the car behind them. It was almost like a scene from a horror movie, I almost expected her to run out of the car, then chased and killed...
But she didn't get out, and like so many women, waited the anger (and possible beating) out. For what reason, I know not, but I pray that she is able to leave one day soon, before it's too late.
So who ever he is, how can you be such a "f****** p***k!", and to her, "If you value your life... Get the Heck Away!!!
Now I must go to bed as I'm up in 4hrs.
*Wishes for Horses but None to be had.*
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