Tough call.


Probably going to sound like a really stupid thing.
I called the police on the couple next door. I heard their little girl screaming a high piercing shriek over and over like she was witnessing a murder, then I heard the mom screaming, and heard her saying “Get off me! Stop it! I can’t believe you did that, stop it, get off!” Over and over. And more that I don’t remember.
I walked over to the house and banged on the door (well first I knocked but there was so much going on they didn’t hear me). When the dad opened the door I said “Getting a little loud in there. Getting a little physical. I advise you to knock it off.” He said OK and basically slammed the door in my face.
Turns out a cousin died of a drug overdose and everyone was pretty over wrought.
I don’t feel good about calling the police, but I also don’t feel good about leaving a woman and two small children in possible danger if they were being physically threatened or abused in any way.
It was a tough call.

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One response

  1. Sometimes the right call is the tough one, and risks the wrath others … I think you acted responsibly and out of concern for your neighbors / community / fellow human beings; and my respect for you has increased as a result.

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