Fear and chases, part 2

Part two of what I wrote earlier. This is NOT a fictional piece nor is it a joke. It happened to me around 1 hour ago. So yes, the incident is still fresh. And in case you’re wondering, I’m scared, but at the same time, I’m pissed. And I’ve got adrealine pumping through my veins.

So what happened?

On the way home from gym, I took my usual route. This meant from the Motorola cable bridge to my house. I kept all the way to the left which meant that I was in the slow lane, so I drove appropriately. As I did, I noticed this Toyata Forerunner coming behind me, flashing his lights.

Me: F*ck off, as*hole. This is the slow lane, how much faster do you want me to go?

So I kept into that lane and didn’t speed up. He cut me at the first opportunity, which was a short distance from the bridge and at the traffic lights. Being irritated, I took a photo of their car, thinking to either post it up here or in that forum I’d heard about that publishes pictures of cars behaving badly.

I saw one of them looking at me, but thought he was a kid or something. Then the light was green, and we all turned right. As I did, I saw him pulling over to the side, looking as though he was going to turn off to the left. I tried looking at the other car as I did, but I couldn’t make out anything.

So I went on my merry way.

A few seconds later, I saw the telltale lights in my rearview mirror. They were behind me.

Immediately my dad’s voice rang in my head: Run to the police station if you think someone’s following you.

My own voice remembered me telling my mom: If someone’s suspicious, I’ll call the house.

But I didn’t want to accuse someone falsely, so I turned towards my house. Instead of heading directly though, I made a few turns here and there, hoping I would be wrong.

I wasn’t.

The as*holes were following me. I called my dad and my bro, telling them I would meet them at the station. Dad understood and said to go.

As I came out of the circuitous route I’d taken, I’d notice they were still following me. This is where my blood started rising.

Me: You f*ckers want to fight with me on my own turf? Let’s go, you as*holes!

I knew how to get to the police station: It was near my office. There were a few routes I could have chosen, but I chose the most familiar one to me, even if it took a little longer. I began speeding towards my office, praying and telling myself not to panic. I knew that once I did, I was gone.

As I headed to the police station, I noticed that they were getting further and further behind, but they kept me within eyeshot. As I reached the station, they suddenly turned off and disappeared. I ran into the station anyway, knowing that if I’d chosen to go straight, they could have cut me off at the pararell road.

I parked my car, switched off the engine, and with shaking hands (but sense of mind) grabbed my wallet and phone, then I got out of my car, locked the door and ran into the station. At first they were busy at the counter, then one of the officers asked me what was wrong. I told him I was being chased. I also started hyperventilating.

They told me to sit down, and catch my breath, and from what I could see, they were not being condescending (though one police officer, I heard while I was there, just got off the phone with someone telling him about someone who wants to commit suicide because they “putus cinta” or was broken in love). This amused and calmed me down, then a senior (in age, no idea about rank) officer came to me and asked me to tell the story.

A few times he told me to take breaths because I supposed I sounded out of breath, but my bro and dad came in a few minutes after I walked into the station.

I told the police officer my story and gave him the car number. He took it down and asked me if I wanted to lodge a report. I’m sorry Karcy, but I didn’t. I was too distraught and my dad told me not to lodge a report yet.

So I go home with my bro driving my car. The first thing I did was to hug my mom. I saw the worried look on her face. The second was to tell the whole story to my parents when I was in the house.

Then I called someone to talk about it after giving the details of the car to my dad.

As weird as it sounds, I’m not really scared nor am I fearful. I’m angry. I’m pissed.

And if they HAD come after me, as in got down from the car and tried to assault me, so help me God, I WOULD HAVE RUN OVER THE FUCKING ASSHOLES.

*Breathes*

10 Responses

  1. tsubasa July 12, 2008 / 12:17 AM

    Oh man, you scared the heck out of me! Luckily they didn’t bump their car onto yours! *was heaving a long relieving sigh while writing this*

    Geminianeyes: Thanks dear. *HUGS* Sorry to scare you. :T

    If they did, I’d have run anyway. I’ll be damned if I let them catch me like that.

  2. May July 12, 2008 / 6:51 AM

    MAMA YOU ARE SAFE.*HUGGLES*.

    ASSHOLES WHAT ASSHATTERY ARE THEY UP TO !Q*&*$#@^%&^%@

    Geminianeyes: *Huggles*

  3. DMJ July 12, 2008 / 7:26 AM

    Wankers. >( I’d TOTALLY run them down too!

  4. Karcy July 12, 2008 / 8:26 AM

    Okay. I’m not going to pat you kindly now. My apologies, but I’m going to sound quite stern.

    You SHOULD have reported. I have been chased like this once or twice in my life. Actually, several times, in fact though the other situations were minor ones. Once, people were attempting to rob me — this was in Kuching btw — and another was a road rage case like this.

    Generally, these people don’t plan to do anything serious. I know it sounds heartless since you’re pretty shaken, but this is the reality of crime, and I’ve been through this kind of situation, so I know. They just need to be scared a bit. So you should have just gone straight to the police station the minute you suspected that they were following you.

    Okay, here’s what you should do when you’re followed, just in case it can happen again:

    1. Your dad is right — head straight for the police station, do not think twice. DO NOT go home. At best, try to mislead your pursuers from knowing where you live. Home should be the absolute last resort. Assuming that it’s not road rage and this was a planned robbery, driving home would be driving straight into their gold mine and your personal trap.

    2. And yes, you should have made a police report. Any small crime, regardless of how powerless the police is to solve it, needs to be recorded. In the slim event that the police captures the criminal, there is further record for them to refer to. Also: if anything does happen to you, this can aid police investigation — even if it is not something criminal, you can also report it under the title of “For my personal safety”. I’m not sure if you can still report now since it’s the next day, but try to do so within the 24-hour period time frame.

    Given where you live, I was getting worried that it might have been the Camry Gang — I know someone who was chased by that gang, and it was really scary. So I’m glad that it isn’t, and it just seems like a road rage case.

  5. Karcy July 12, 2008 / 8:28 AM

    Okay, I used to many ‘You should haves’ in the last post. And I should not have.

    Here’s my point, in a few words: GO MAKE A POLICE REPORT NOW.

    IIRC there is a 24-hour time frame to make a police report, so do so asap.

  6. The Eternal Wanderer July 12, 2008 / 11:56 AM

    OMG… Bloody pissants… Let me at ’em! How dare they scare my little sis like that! Grrrr… Karcy’s right, dear, you ought to have made a police report no matter how insignificant the matter is. If you fdeel threatened in any way, make a report!

    *pats* Hope you’re feeling better now! *HUGS!*

  7. sringangel July 12, 2008 / 5:15 PM

    hon u did the right thing D:
    I’m glad your safe
    *hugs*

  8. Fabio July 13, 2008 / 1:33 AM

    Scary experience.

  9. tunana July 13, 2008 / 11:24 AM

    *huggles Nao* Damn those stalkers, people who takes advantage of other people’s circumstances and fear for their own gains and sadistic pleasure >E

    Crime rate is so obscenely high in Malaysia these days…at this rate, it feels as if every friend of mine is involved in some form of ‘mean world’ syndrome or another but seriously, I can’t blame them for feeling that way ._.

  10. Tiara July 13, 2008 / 11:46 AM

    I am not sure how yelling at you about how you should have made a police report will help you right now. You can’t change the past, and you did what you could have done at that moment. Being chased is scary as hell and understandably all the “should have done”s wouldn’t necessarily have come to mind at that moment. No point blaming the victim here, people.

    Here’s a lot of hugs. I wish I was back so that I could comfort you with chicken soup. Hope you stay safe.

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