So I'm woken up by a serious shouting match between a girl and a mush-mouthed, presumably drunk asshole going on next door. I listened for a few minutes to figure out if it's just an argument, or if it was going to turn violent. I got keyed up as soon as I realized he was talking about being slapped, and she was talking about being punched. The arguing starts rising to a pitch, and then it sounds like it's gotten violent.
I grab the phone from my room in my left hand (to call the cops if I feel like I can't handle the situation), march outside and pound on their front door with my right hand. Since I'm wearing just what I sleep in, the asshole is greeted by me looking pretty much like this:
"What's going on here?"
"A whole lot of ... not a whole lot." I'm not convinced. Not sure if he's drunk. I size him up in a second, and I'm pretty sure I can take him.
"It sounds like something. Do you live here?" I know the answer should be no. I don't know my neighbor - at all, really - but I know I live next to a girl about my age.
"No, she does."
"Then get out. Now." And I point outside. And he walks out and away.
I knock on the door, calling to my neighbor to see if she's alright. She still has a hitch in her breath from crying, but she seems okay - no obvious signs of abuse. She's thankful, says she'll call her dad, and she went to stay with someone else for the rest of the night.
Now it's 3 am, and I'm too keyed up to get back to sleep.
But. Ordering a stranger out of an apartment and making him walk away with less than five words? That's intimidation.
I grab the phone from my room in my left hand (to call the cops if I feel like I can't handle the situation), march outside and pound on their front door with my right hand. Since I'm wearing just what I sleep in, the asshole is greeted by me looking pretty much like this:
"What's going on here?"
"A whole lot of ... not a whole lot." I'm not convinced. Not sure if he's drunk. I size him up in a second, and I'm pretty sure I can take him.
"It sounds like something. Do you live here?" I know the answer should be no. I don't know my neighbor - at all, really - but I know I live next to a girl about my age.
"No, she does."
"Then get out. Now." And I point outside. And he walks out and away.
I knock on the door, calling to my neighbor to see if she's alright. She still has a hitch in her breath from crying, but she seems okay - no obvious signs of abuse. She's thankful, says she'll call her dad, and she went to stay with someone else for the rest of the night.
Now it's 3 am, and I'm too keyed up to get back to sleep.
But. Ordering a stranger out of an apartment and making him walk away with less than five words? That's intimidation.