Hit Me With Your Best Shot... And She Did

I'm not sure if I have ever written about my dad's neighbors, but here is the jist of things...

My Dad has owned a house on the same street since I was a year old. Clay Street was a brick, tree lined street where all the neighbors were friendly when I was growing up. I was the only girl on the street, so I was just one of the boys.

As I grew up, Dad moved to Pittsburgh, but still kept the house, renting it out. First to tenants, then to my Gramma. He moved back in permanently with Michael, his partner, about six years ago.

Things were the same as they were when I was growing up. Some of the names had changed, but some were the same. The Rawlins' had lived next door forever and were in declining health, so their grandchildren sent them to a nursing home. When this happened, the olded grandson moved into the house with his brood.

At first, everything seemed fine. They were a little odd, but we can all be that way. As time went on, I noticed odd stuff going on with the house. The ripped the chimney out and left the hole in the roof covered with a blue tarp for a year. In houses this old, it is common for the chimney to also be a support for the floor joists. I can't wait to see the house fall in. Oh well, moving on...

They also ripped out the windows and replaced them with windows that were too small, then stuffed the remaining area with insulation. They did the same thing with the front door.

The grandson, Jon, decided he would build a fireplace on the side of the house. He built this thing really wide, and when he cut the hole in the side of the house for the fireplace, he just ripped out wall studs and never re-inforced the floor. Once he got started on the fireplace, he built up against the side of the house and didn't put any fireproof insulation between the chimney and the siding of the house. In other words, the chimney is right against the siding.

I guess what I am saying is that these people aren't to "with it." Since they moved in, they have set fire to a dumpster in their yard, they poured gas on a fire and have pretty much terrorized the neighborhood. The entire street is terrified and have, on numerous occasions, called the police to complain.

Yesterday was an especially bad day. Lisa, the wife, was in one of her moods and was spouting off vulgarities about the two faggots that lived next door. She was referring to my Dad and Michael. She continued to rant and the neighborhood just ignored her.

My Dad, obviously upset by this, called me to stop by after work. When I got there, she was rambling on about something in the front yard and the F-Bomb was dropped so many times I couldn't count.

I went in the house and talked to dad, who was visibly shaken, he said this had been going on for awhile. We both agreed it would be a good idea to get some kind of evidence of what they were saying.

About the time I was getting everything done, Michael pulled into the driveway. Lisa started her screaming even louder. I was a little concerned about Michael, so I went outside to see what was going on. She was in Mikes face threatening to kill him if he stepped foot on her property or petted her dog. Mike said, I have never touched your dog. She continued with the threatening.

When she saw me walk out of the house, she started with the "look at the fat slut coming out to see what is going on" She was still in Mike's face, so I went up and pushed her - hard.

She stepped backwards, tripped over her own feet and fell. When she got up she was screaming that I threated to kill her and I touched her first - well, yeah I did, I was trying to protect Mike.

Her husband called the police and said there were two females in a fight. She totally went off on me. I have never heard things like that said to a person before. She made hateful remarks about my Dad and Mike. Said I was a fat slut, a whore. She then started in on how Dad calls the police all the time to report them. My reply was that "no, he doesn't, maybe you should be looking at the other neighbors."

While all these words are flying out of her mouth, she is hitting me. Telling me that I have no witnesses to back my side of the story up - at this point there are hald a dozen people watching the entire scene. And she's hitting me, punching the left side of my head as hard as she can - open hand and with a fist.

Then the Police come, I walk away to cool off. Officer Jim comes to ask me my side of the story, then tells me to go in the house. When he gets to the house to speak with me some more, I have ice on the side of my face.

He gets my contact information, asks why I have ice on my face, then proceeds to tell me I am being cited. Yeah, I am pissed. He tells me that I should have walked away - hindsight tells me he is right, but I was protecting Mike.

When he leaves, I slam the door shut and pace. Pacing until I find myself at the back of the house, near the kitchen, punching the wall. I was mad at myself...

After about ten minutes, I go outside to talk with the nice neighbors and they inform me that Lisa has been running around like a lunatic all day. She had a surveyor at her place earlier in the day, the surveyor was on other peoples property, doing his job. When one person questioned the surveyor as to what they where doing, Lisa told her to mind her own fucking business.

With behavior like this, no wonder they all think she is nuts. Anyway, they take her to the hospital to check on her leg - yeah, she's setting me up for a lawsuit. Mike said when she got home, she was complaining loudly in the front yard about how lousy they treated her at the hospital.

I wanted to go get checked out - at this point I have a killer headache, my ears are ringing and I feel like yacking. I decide that I better not go to the same place where she is. They think I could have a slight concussion, but nothing was conclusive on the CT scan.

I can't sleep and I keep hearing her voice in my head. I have been assaulted, both verbally and physically and I don't like the way I feel about myself.

In my opinion, this is someone who is capable of anything - fortunately, she didn't have a gun.

My Dad put his house on the market today. He is afraid for his life, Michaels and the dogs. These people are dangerous and who knows what they will do next.