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.