Chapter 5, Extra 1
THAT TIME A GUY DRUGGED MY GIRL TO RAPE HER & I FOLLOWED HIM HOME
On weekends, people would battle rap in Anderson outside of Buffalo Wild Wings. That was the ‘hang out’ for everyone in Anderson because the town was so incredibly lame.
People would all gather around, and guys would battle. I never ever jumped in until one time I was feeling really ballsy when this guy was murdering all these wack ass rappers.
I stepped in and just slaughtered him. He didn’t even know what to say, how to say it, or who to say it to.
Everyone was like, “What the fuck.” Everyone was clapping and screaming and his team was like “You gonna say something back?” lol but he didn’t. Instead, he took it like a true sport, which I can respect looking back on now.
Then, he tried to sell me his mixtape for $5 and asked me if I wanted to be on his next one. The feeling of winning a battle with a group of people around you can’t be described. It’s like sex mixed with whatever drug there is that makes your brain feel like you’re having sex. It’s the ultimate orgasm.
About a month later, I was talking to a girl in Anderson who had seen me battle that night. We went to a house party, went inside, and at some point, the people there drugged the girl I was with.
She said she suddenly didn’t feel good at all and asked me to go grab her purse for her.
I went outside to grab it from my car. When I tried to go back inside, three guys were in front of the entrance purposefully blocking me. They wouldn’t let me in. I said, “Well, my girl’s in there,” and they said, “She’s with us now.”
Seriously… that is what they said. Rapists.
I was like, “You need to get her for me. That’s my girl.”
Then suddenly, I got jumped. This big, fat kid about three feet from me who didn’t look flexible at ALL kicked me in the forehead. I was like…holy shit! I was dumbfounded he could even kick that high as another guy ran up from the side and just cracked me – my left molar tooth shattered as I got hit (which is still shattered to this day because I got so used to it. I couldn’t afford to get it fixed back then).
I was suddenly fighting 3 people because they wanted to date rape the chick I brought and her friend.
I ran back to my car, got inside, and thought about it for a minute. Frustrated, I screamed to myself at the top of my lungs inside the car.
I was angry as fuck. This is why angry, irresponsible people shouldn’t have guns. Because if I did, I would still be in prison at this moment because of something I did when I was that young.
I thought about how could I get her out of the house. I got it! I hopped out of the car and screamed, “I’m calling the cops and telling them you’re raping girls in the house!!!”
I did this to make them all leave the house. I really DIDN’T call the cops. I just knew that would make them scatter.
Then, as they piled out, I followed the car I saw my girl’s half-lifeless body get pulled into by a random guy. I followed the car all the way back to a small apartment duplex in Anderson.
I stayed back as he carried her inside. Then I drove 1/4 mile away, found a safe place to park, and hopped fences all the way back to the house in a straight line. There was only the car he drove there and no garage, so I knew they were alone.
I checked all the windows to see if one might slide open. I went to the back, and somehow, I got the backdoor open by using something I found in a bin next to the door.
I slipped into the house. It was pitch black aside from light shining into the kitchen I was now standing in. I listened for noises, and as I heard them, I felt along the walls, following the direction of the noises.
About 20 seconds later, I blindly bumped my body into a bedroom door. It was to the room they were in. It was like 99% darkness in the hallway. I opened the door, rubbed my hand along the wall for the light, and turned it on.
The guy was laying there She was super fucked up, barely conscious. His hand position and body angle looked like he was just starting to touch her.
He said, “What the fuck!!!” I went at him in full rage, pummeling him. He was really athletic. When he stumbled up from me pummeling him I was very confused as to how. Then again, he was probably drunk. Then, we ran at each other. As we clashed, I got one solid blow to his nose. Then, I started banging his head into the wall until he was unconscious.
I could see all of his hair along with his blood sticking out of the cracked wall surface. I grabbed the girl and put her over my shoulder, stepping on his face as I walked over the rapist piece of shit. Yes, that is really how it happened. I even gave my foot a twist AS I stepped on his face and walked over him.
I had just got jumped by this guy’s friends. Fuck these rapist pieces of shit.
When we got outside, she was able to half-way walk while leaning on me. Whenever she would let go, she would start walking in all the wrong directions with a bunch of other weird, fucked up body movements.
She was saying things about how much blood there was, in absolute shock as to what just happened. She was saying a bunch of other stuff I’m not going to repeat because it is absolutely Looney Tunes.
I feel it necessary to remind you that this was the girl I had been dating for two weeks or so.
The people who hung out in Anderson knew who I was because I was the white guy that battled from Chicago every weekend. Being that I really had no friends to have my back at the battles, I couldn’t even go back to the only place I felt cool for once.
The guy that I beat up was being described as looking like a cartoon character by everyone around because of what I did to him.
Everyone in that town was now looking to beat me up because he was telling them I broke into his apartment and started attacking him, and that’s how he looked so messed up.
Reading my above story, you can see that he was not telling all of the truth. And he wasn’t about to press charges on me because then, I’d tell the cops he was raping girls.
Who knows how often he did that, right?
Within two months, I lost my job for being too abrasive with customers that had attitudes toward me. I absolutely hated it in Indiana – the smell, the people, their accents, the smell OF the people, lol.
I already had no friends. Everyone I could have possibly made friends with were now out looking in packs to fight me and get revenge because of that guy.
I had no help from anyone – only a $140 final paycheck from Menards. I wasn’t happy, and that wasn’t a place that was working out for me.
So I went back to South Side Chicago, and that’s when all the fun really started.
The Rest Of The Story Will Be Posted Sometime In 2021 😀 The rest of my story is probably the most insane stuff.