I walked into the back yard first, in order to do some reconciliation. As soon as I turned the corner I saw all of my clothes and personal items scattered all over the lawn. He tossed my shit… okay, no problem. I can handle that.
I didn’t want to go inside without a plan, so I just started picking up my clothes. I went deep in thought about what my next move would be and that’s when he turned the corner into the backyard. I made a run towards the door, got inside and locked it. There were multiple busted windows in the house. One was in the kitchen, uncovered and the other in the back room on the back side of the house. He went to the dining room. I took a kitchen knife and as he was trying to come in through the window I took the knife stabbing it in his direction.
At that moment I felt like I had the upper hand. He backed away from the window and I spotted the machete leaning against the wall in the living room. Before he found another way inside I grabbed the machete and he managed to get himself in the master bedroom from the front of the house.
I took the machete and stood outside the master bedroom’s door. I have gone mad at this point, just waiting for him to show himself so I could slash him up.
After I fell silent long enough he took his cellphone, using it as a mirror and pointed in the direction I was in. I was machete ready and wacked at the air missing him by mere centimeters. “You crazy fucking bitch!”, he screamed.
And I was being a crazy fucking bitch, but he made me this way.
He makes a run for it and grabs a metal broomstick for protection against me and my lethal machete. I ran at him, slashing at the air chaotically, aiming at his abdomen. I was ready to end his life. I slashed a hole in his shirt and made contact with the meat of his stomach.
Just as I thought I was about to finish him, he rammed the metal broomstick hard into my hand, knocking the machete out of my grasp. He stood in shock and I bolted to the backdoor and made my way into the back yard.
Out back the tweaker couple, Erica and Donald, that lived out in the back trailer were just pulling up. Grabbing my hand I ran up to them. My hand was already twice the size as before, swollen and throbbing in pain. “CALL 911! I THINK HE BROKE MY FUCKING HAND!!”
Chris stood in the back doorway for a few moments. The look on his face as he looked at my hand was full of horror, he was filled with regret and fear for what may happen to him. He took off into the house and grabbed his backpack and cellphone and took off down the road.
Erica helped me after I called the police, she grabbed me tissues to wipe my tears and sat with me while I waited for the cops and the ambulance to arrive. I had Erica promise me to find Chewie and bring him over to Erick and Ruthie’s house.
Once the police arrived they took my statement. Admittedly, I told the story of what happened and made it out to sound like Chris did way more damage than he actually did. Then I got in the ambulance and they brought me to Trinity hospital – the deputy following close behind. At the hospital I was taken in for X-rays and I signed a waiver to release my medical information to the police.
Erick and Ruth arrived at the hospital right before I was discharged and brought me back to their house, making the couch up for me.
Later that night, Chris came knocking on their door looking for me. When they asked through the door who it was he replied, “neighbors” and Erick quickly went for his gun and loaded it but by the time he got outside he was already gone. I phoned the police via their instructions and they found him down at the soup kitchen shortly after.
I left their house to watch as the police handcuffed him and put him in the back of the cop car.
I was pissed off. I felt entitled, like a victim that finally stood up for herself – empowered even. That Christmas Eve in 2018 Chris was arrested for and eventually charged with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, serious injuries on a known pregnant woman.
Maybe a week after he was arrested I called and scheduled to meet up with the Gift Of Life Adoption agency, out of Pinellas Park. I had no idea how far along I was or what I was having. I had yet gone to an OBGYN to get assessed and I was still shooting up meth on a regular basis
I met up with two case workers from the adoption agency and after we met and I filled out all of the paperwork one of the case workers accompanied me to Trinity Hospital’s emergency room to check on the baby. It turns out that I was around 20-22 weeks along and on top of that there were two! They wouldn’t know how far along I actually was until I made an appointment with an OBGYN. But, at least for now I could get the benefits from the adoption agency and get out of Moon Lake where all the meth riddled, black mold infected and rat infested shit hole of a trailer I was living in and into a nice, clean hotel
Allie Willey 