Domestic Violence

 

Several years ago shortly after graduating college, I lucked up on a deal to be a resident manager at a small apartment complex.  The office was staffed during the day but after hours if there was an emergency or someone locked themselves out, they could contact me and I would assist them.  It was a pretty good deal for me since I would normally only get one or two calls a week and usually it was just to let someone into their apartment that had locked the key inside.  The job didn’t pay anything but I did get my apartment for half the normal rent.  This allowed me to afford a really nice two bedroom apartment without having to get a roommate so I thought it was a great deal.

 

One afternoon after work I received a call from the Owner / Manager and she asked if I could come down to the office to talk to her.  When I arrived she filled me in on a complaint she had been receiving periodically for a few weeks.  Some of the neighbors had been complaining about excessive noise and loud arguing coming from one of the apartments.  She let me know that she had told the renters that were complaining to call me the next time it started and she wanted me to investigate and speak to the occupants if I thought it was excessive. 

 

I didn’t really know the couple very well that lived in the apartment where the noise and fighting were coming from but I had met them and spoke to them a few times.  Their names were Phillip and Becky, and they were a young unmarried couple probably in their early 20’s and they actually seemed a little out of place at this apartment complex.  The complex was one of the nicer and more expensive apartments around and most of the residents were young professionals and dressed and presented themselves very well.  I’m not an elitist or anything but I would best describe Phillip and Becky as a little on the “white trashy” side.  They were nice enough but dressed and acted like they would fit into a trailer park better than this apartment complex.  They didn’t appear to work since they really didn’t maintain any kind of a regular schedule and the rumors were that Phillip had some sort of injury and was milking a Workers Comp claim.  Phillip was kind of scruffy looking with long hair and always had a few days growth of a beard.  He was probably about 5’9” or maybe 5’10” tall and slim, probably about 145 lbs.  Becky was very short, probably 5’ or maybe 5’1” at the most.  Her most prominent feature was her very large breasts.  She was attractive but probably about 20 lbs. overweight for most people’s standards.  It was well placed but she always wore very tight, revealing clothing and most of the other girls would always make comments behind her back about needing to cover up her fat gut.  I think most of them were a little jealous.  She always drew a lot of attention from the men when she would come down to the pool in her very skimpy bikinis.  She did have a little extra baby fat but the men definitely were not complaining.  Just guessing, I’d say she probably weighed around 135 lbs.

 

I didn’t have to wait long.  A few days after my conversation with the owner, I received a call from one of the neighbors complaining about the noise and commotion coming from Phillip and Becky’s apartment.  As I was getting my shoes on, I received a call from another neighbor also complaining.  I went to the first neighbor’s apartment and they invited me in to hear for myself.  Just as they said, there was a lot of noise coming from the upstairs apartment.  I couldn’t make out what was being said but they were definitely screaming at each other and even more alarming, there were very loud banging noises.  It sounded like furniture being thrown around.  The neighbors said it was worse tonight than ever.  They were very concerned and wanted to call the police.  I told them I would go investigate and would call the police if necessary.  When I got to the door, I could still hear loud voices but the banging noise had seemed to stop.  As soon as I knocked on the door, the loud voices stopped but no one came to the door.  I waited a few seconds and when no one would answer; I knocked again and announced who I was.  I was very concerned with Becky’s safety and the fact that everything had gone silent and no one would answer me escalated my concerns even more.  I considered calling the police but I decided that I couldn’t wait the 10 or 15 minutes that it would take for them to arrive and I used my pass key and opened the door.  I announced that I was coming in and when I turned the corner from the foyer to the living room, I was shocked at the scene in front of me.  Becky, dressed only in thong panties was sitting on Phillip’s chest pinning him down on the floor with her knees pinning his arms down and her hands over his mouth keeping him from yelling for help.  I had never seen such a desperate, helpless look in a man’s eyes before. 

 

I was so shocked at first I didn’t know what to say.  This was so different from what I had expected to find that my brain was having a hard time processing what I was seeing.  I finally managed to utter a few words and ask what was going on.  Becky was breathing hard from the physical exertion but in a relatively calm voice told me that they had got into an argument and it had turned into a physical fight and in her words she “had whopped Phillip’s ass.”  “Don’t you think you should let him up now?” I asked.  She told me that she had already done that once and as soon as she let him up he started swinging at her again.  He apparently was having a hard time accepting that was she able to beat him and wanted another shot.  Finally I convinced her to let him up and she slowly let him go and got up off of him.  She was almost completely naked but that didn’t seem to bother her in the least.  As soon as Phillip got up, he started the verbal assault again and called Becky a fat bitch, a fat whore, a fat pig, and several other offensive names that began with “fat”.   It was obvious that Phillip was having a hard time coming to grips with the reality that Becky had just physically dominated him.  Becky warned him to stop but Phillip’s foolish pride wouldn’t let him.  He started approaching Becky again and was yelling in her face.  She gave him a strong shove and Phillip stumbled backward and fell on his ass.  Phillip jumped up and raised his fists and was ready for round three.  Before I could get between them, he took a haymaker swing at Becky which she blocked and with a speed and quickness that belied her soft looking body, she shot an arm between Phillips legs and lifted him high in the air and body slammed him with such force that I thought she had broken his back.  Without any hesitation she pounced on top of Phillip and again pinned his arms down with her knees and started raining punches down on his unprotected face.   The speed and intensity that she demonstrated in quickly overpowering Phillip again surprised me and it was a few seconds before I could grab her and manage to pull her off Phillip.  Phillip was about out of it and didn’t seem to be much of a threat any longer but Becky wasn’t through teaching him a lesson and was struggling to get loose from me.  I was holding on for dear life but Becky was like a woman possessed and was unbelievably strong.  After a brief struggle, she managed to get her arms loose and tossed me aside and pounced on top of Phillip again.  This time, I managed to grab her before she could start punching him again.  I just wanted to pin her down and hold her there until she cooled down a little.  I finally was able to pull her off and with my arms wrapped around her upper body I managed to lift her off him but I was surprised how heavy she was and decided to just get her down and try to lay on top of her and keep her constrained.  It was a little awkward given the fact that she was wearing only her thong panties but I had no other choice.  I did manage to get on top of her and thought I had her restrained but again she surprised me with her strength and determination and managed to get me off of her and once again went after Phillip.  I thought I was fighting a loosing battle but I was just glad that she was only trying to get away from me and didn’t decide to attack me.  I’m honestly not sure what the outcome would have been.  I was 6’ and 180 lbs. at the time but she seemed every bit as strong as me and seemed more experienced and totally confident in her fighting ability.  This was definitely not the first time that she had been in a fight. 

 

To my relief, the neighbors had called the police after the commotion started again and they showed up just in time to save Phillip and maybe even me.  It wasn’t easy but after a struggle, the two officers managed to get Becky restrained and got the cuffs on her.  I finally got a good look at Phillip and he was a mess.  She had pounded his face pretty good and I found out later he had some cracked ribs and a mild concussion.  Becky was bleeding a little from a cut on her lip but basically looked untouched.  The police had an ambulance come for Phillip and took Becky down to the station.  They took a statement from me and I guess based on my statement about how Phillip had started swinging at Becky they decided it was self defense and didn’t charge Becky with anything.  A few days later, Phillip showed up with several friends and they moved his stuff out and I never saw him again.