Before I begin, let me say that the birthday celebrated Monday was Matt’s. He’s like the little brother I never had.
When I started my semester, a cute, blond geek sat behind me in my morning class. He was also in my afternoon class. He used to make little passes at me, he told me I was cute, beautiful, could we have coffee or something that evening? For a few weeks, I ignored him. I didn’t give him the cold shoulder, but I didn’t talk much to him because I wanted to encourage anything. I did express what was going on to a few people. I thought it was just a harmless crush. the people I talked to said that I was just being shallow and I should be friends with him. The next time he struck up a conversation with me, I joked to him that he reminded me of Edwin from The Sims 2. I was surprised that he knew who I was talking about, and we talked some about The Sims, our games, and other things that involved computers. I was fully convinced that maybe people were right and he would be a good friend.
A week before our class Christmas party, I got a Facebook invite from him. I shrugged it off, and added him. I didn’t look through his profile. The next day, I happened to be on Facebook and seen that I had been tagged a few times. Thinking someone had taken pictures at the Christmas party, I clicked the link. I was surprised to find out otherwise. My geek friend had been taking pictures of me with his cell phone all semester long, and put them online in an album titled “My future wife…as soon as her husband dies” or something along those lines. I printed out his album and once again, asked my friends for advice. Once again, I got some bad advice: Call the police. I confronted Geek that day and he broke down crying, begging me not to call the police, and that he didn’t really believe that I was married–that I was just saying that to brush off his advances.
Saturday evening, I called the police. The detective that took on another one of my cases volunteered to take my case. He said he would be over Sunday evening, and for me to gather evidence and write out a statement, and to unfriend Geek on Facebook. I did all of this, and waited anxiously for the cop to get here on Sunday evening. After the report was filed and he went over the evidence that I had printed out, Detective Idiot told me that he doubted that anything could be done unless my husband or I were physically harmed. But he would “look into it”.
“Looking into it” turned into him going to Geek’s dorm on Monday and pretty much humiliating him in front of his roommates.
Tuesday morning, I went to my final, a little shaken, but ok in general. Geek wasn’t there. I assumed he was one of the three who didn’t need to take the final and didn’t show up or he had been arrested by the police. At this time, I didn’t know what Detective had said or done.
When I finished my final, and left the testing hall, I was confronted by Geek. He was waiting for me in the hallway. “Why’d you call the cops? Now I have to drop out! It’s humiliating enough being the only virgin on campus!” typical overreacting. I tried to walk away, when he stepped in front of me. “I don’t care about your feelings! You crossed the line! Leave me alone!” I told him. His response to that was to punch me in the face, and when I was down from the blow, he jumped me.
He was pulled off of me by Mark, another classmate who had befriended me over the past two months. I had been hit several times in the head and face. I was crying. I was in shock. My nose was gushing blood, my entire face hurt. Mark shoved Geek down a small flight of stairs and helped me up. He walked me to my car, where I called Detective Idiot and said it had happened–I’d been attacked by the person who “wasn’t likely going to hurt me”. He said he’d be right there. The next call I made was to my doctor for an appointment ASAP. I was told that I could come in at 2pm for x-rays and an exam. Mark and I seen Geek come out of the testing hall and run off. Half an hour later, Detective Idiot pulled up. He wrote down probably three sentences on his memo pad, took a picture of my bruised face and asked to see my medical report. He didn’t even take down Mark’s name for the case.
My doctor wasn’t that much help. I have a hairline fracture across my nose, plus bruises, yet that’s not an excuse to give me any prescription pain medication because of my orange mark in my chart. He said I shouldn’t need anything more than Tylenol and since I sleep in a heated bed, I could just wrap the heated part around my face if the pain got bad. Makes perfect sense, right? Wrap my entire water mattress around my face. That will really relieve my pain, since it will probably smother me. He said I wouldn’t benefit from a bone setting because the fracture wasn’t “that severe”. It hurt enough to be “severe”. But we all know that I fake my pain in order to get narcotics from my doctor.
Right now I’m still in shock. I’ve been icing my nose several times throughout the day. It’s swollen, painful, and my entire face is one big bruise. I’ve actually contemplated changing schools for my final semester because I just don’t feel safe there. I’ve looked into other Universities that might take me and has the degree program that I’m looking for. My husband is livid and says he hopes he never crosses paths with Geek. That really shocks me since my man isn’t a fighter unless he has to be.
I had some left over Vicodin that I’ve been taking for the pain. It has helped and I was able to sleep through the night, despite thinking that every little sound was Geek coming to finish me off. Last I heard, he hadn’t been arrested, but never made it back to his dorm yesterday. Hopefully, he left state. But I don’t know. I will survive. This will not stop me.