Come At Me Bruh

It was 1999 and my confidante in the office wasn’t herself. She was on edge and I could tell she had been crying. As she handed me the file I had requested, her hand shook. I made eye contact and gave her our signal to go to our favorite private spot away from the guys in the office to have some girl talk.

“Why have you been crying? Are you Okay?”

Morgan replied “I’ll be fine. It’s just Warren. You know how he can be. He’s angry with me right now because I forgot to close the garage door last night before we went to sleep.”

“Is he just upset or is he super angry like threatening you?”

“Well……I don’t want to involve you and it’s not that big of a deal.”

“If he’s threatening you or going to hurt you, it is a big deal, tell me.”

She started crying really hard at this point and as her voice shook and she was trying to catch her breath, “Yes, he’s threatening me. He’s actually on his way up here now and said he’s going to kill me.”

I calmly hugged her as tight as I could and told her that he was not going to touch her. I grabbed her hand and we walked back into the office. I guided her to the bathroom and told her to wash her face and try to calm herself while I handled it.

“You’re not going to call the cops are you? Please don’t call the cops, he’ll really hurt me if the cops come.”

“I’ve got this, wash your face, blow your nose.”

I dialed 911 as fast as I could and explained the situation calmly and rationally. After they got the address I hung up and attempted to rally “the troops” (guys that we worked with) and little did I know, there were no troops. They all ran for cover. One actually closed his shop door and bolted it. Another guy slammed the metal roll up window and locked it. Other’s just ignored the fact that my coworker’s life was being threatened and that a very large hillbilly was on his way to harm her.

Instantly I remembered the sledgehammer in the shop that the guys used when unloading equipment from the tractor trailer’s. The cops were on the way so more than likely I wouldn’t have to use it but just in case…. I grabbed it and headed to the front glass doors of our office building. No cops, no large fucked up hillbilly yet…..

Morgan came out of the bathroom still crying with tissue and looked shocked that I was leaning against the front glass door with a sledgehammer.

“Are you fucking insane? He will hurt you Lennon.”

I didn’t make eye contact with her. I just stared at the parking lot waiting for his arrival. Before I could answer her I saw his jacked up Ford F-150 with it’s huge confederate flag whipping in the wind pull in on two wheels, rubber squealing as he hit the curb.

His eyes were on the console compartment digging for something as I instantaneously opened the door with the sledgehammer in hand and briskly walked towards his truck. The windows were down as I approached the truck quickly drawing back the sledgehammer in the air just like it was a baseball bat. As I swung at the right headlight hearing it break I screamed “Step out of that fucking truck, I dare you. The cops are on the way, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her!”

He got out of that truck even though I warned him….

He grabbed me by my neck before I could swing and pushed me against the truck. I could feel my face flush with redness and although I was breathing, it felt as if the air was fading fast.

I had to think fast, “knee his dick Lennon, use your fucking knee!”

I raised my knee and gave him a swift hit. He gasped and gave a half ass bitch cry and went face down. I could hear sirens but I raised the sledgehammer again and hit his lower back as hard as I could.

As I dropped the sledgehammer I said “You’re so fucking pathetic. You feel like a big man now? A woman just laid you out. You’re going to jail now and I hope they bend you over and shove a broomstick up your fat ass.”

The cops arrived and cuffed Warren while he was lying face down. Since it was safe to come out of the office, the troops, “Ahem“, I mean “the guys” came out along with Morgan. Everyone gave their statements including Warren. Pictures were taken of the obvious broken headlight and of the markings on my neck. Two days later, Warren was released on bond. Yes, Morgan got the money together and got him out.

Clearly I was shocked and upset. I also got reprimanded at work for “getting involved”. I found another job within a few days and said goodbye and told “the guys” that I had bigger balls than they ever would and walked out. I’ve never spoken to Morgan again. I hope she’s alive and has found a better life for her and her children without living in fear.

Do I regret “getting involved”? Not at all. I would do it all over again. Pieces of shit like Warren need to learn a lesson. Just not sure if he learned anything.

Published by lennonliberated

The "About" me section is the first thing I look for when a blog catches my eye when scrolling through the discovery section of WP. Yet, it scares the living fuck out of me to have to sum up in detail this section of my very own blog. Why? Because whatever I write, you might be hooked or bored to tears. Actually, you're probably already bored to tears by now. So let me get to it then..... By the way, I used to have a blog called Fabulous With Glitches so some of this might sound familiar. Friends might describe me as the life of the party yet secretive. I tend to keep things inside that trouble me. I've been self-reliant all of my life and I don't like to show weakness or that something worries me. Holding back has led me to seek refuge here. I can write out my thoughts and feelings so that it frees up my mind. It seems like my mind is open 24/7 like a gas station and just never turns off the open sign. I grew up in the south and come from the typical opinionated southern christian parents. Well, they're very involved now in church. Growing up, my parents weren't necessarily "present" in my life. They were around and did the best they could I suppose. I'm grateful for everything they have contributed in my life. I know that it could've been much worse. As they say, I wouldn't be who I am if I didn't grow up the way that I did. Gritty is a good word to describe me as well. I've had to speak up and defend myself throughout my life. I'm confident and a bit headstrong. I have two cats and I adore them needless to say. Their names are Franklin and Farrah. Yes, I consider myself a crazy cat lady, what's it to ya? You will see pictures of them throughout my blog I'm sure :) Welcome and thank you so much for stopping by and peaking into my safe place full of random thoughts. XO

8 thoughts on “Come At Me Bruh

  1. Doubtful he learned a thing. But, I’m certain the swing at the headlight, and his fleshy patch that should have nuts, felt awesome. Bullies don’t like to be bullied. They cower like kittens when confronted. And, damn it is fun to confront them! 😃


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