On A More Serious Note...

Last night at about 10:50 me and my went to an off campus party. It was slow in the beginning but after my first couple beers it conveniently picked up in pace. After about two hours, eight beers, half a pizza, and an appearance by Zach Pilchen, me and the guys I went with walked back to our dorm. So when I get back to DuPont I see a friend of mine (we'll call her "Hannah") heading back to her side of the building accompanied by this tall sketchy dude. When I saw him I recognized him as the guy that Hannah pointed out to be "her creepyass stalker" the previous night. Apparently he got her number off of facebook and has been harassing her since. A red flag went up in my head, but I disregarded it and went to my room. Well its a little after 1am now I see that Hannah is online so I hit her up, but she doesn't respond. After a couple of minutes she writes back saying "NICK, come to my room ASAP." Drunkenly putting two and two together, I know exactly what must be going on so I run to her side of the building and knock on her door. She comes out trying to play it off as if nothing happened but she gives me a glance that informs me completely of how wasted, but furthermore how frightened she was. When I peek in the room, I see the sketchy ass motherfucker (hereafter known as "Giant Douchebag") laying on her bed. Apparently he followed her back to her room, locked her in it, got in her bed saying "aren't you going to come to bed?", and tried to get with her. Luckily, he gained no ground in this respect, but she was still fucking terrified for her life. So I tell her to run to my room. Run she does. After telling the Giant Douchebag that she's going to look for her roommate, we sprint to my room. By now she's totally freaking out. She's cussing up a storm. She's terrified. She's keep saying things like "Nick, you saw what happened right?", "Nick, you know I'm not a slut, you saw him in my bed." She was losing it. So when we get to my room, I just sit her on my bed and give her some water. She's totally freaking out now. She's absolutely horrified about what just happened. Her face is buried in her hands. He voice is uneasy and shaky. She's practically trembling. I'm doing my best to comfort her, calm her down, and let her know that nothing bad can happen now that she's in my room. Frantically, she keeps stumbling through sentences about how she doesn't wanna go back to her room, how she doesn't wanna sleep in her bed, how she doesn't wanna see the Giant Douchebag anymore. So I'm just like, giving her more water, telling her that she can stay in my room if she wants. I offered her Kamal's bed (he's gone for the weekend) and my air mattress to sleep on if she was too frightened to go back to her room. After a few minutes of calming her down and letting her know that she's safe, she mentions her roommate. Hannah wants to see her. I knew that she was in my hall, so I my head out and tell her to get in my room. Her roommate (who we'll call "Nicole") comes in and I explain what happened. Hannah asks Nicole to go back to their room and tell him that her boyfriend is spending the night or something like that so that he'll leave. She goes back to their room and comes back a few minutes later. Apparently he left after I left with Hannah for my room. Well after some time spent comforting her and making her drink more water, with the help of her roommate she feels confident, albeit still a little shaken up enough to go back to her room. After she leaves I'm in a terrible mood. I'm fucking pissed. She didnt deserve anything like this. Shit like this irks me beyond most other things. Granted, I was 8 beers deep, and maybe a tad bit belligerent, but I just turned on some Rage Against the Machine as loud as I could (it was maybe 3:30ish), sought out some guys on my hall, and punished a couple more beers. I wanted to break something. I was pissed that some acne-ridden cuntface could do something like this and think it was alright. I went up and down the halls banging as hard as I could on everyones doors. I didn't care if i woke people up. Last time I heard that a guy tried to get with a girl I cared about I kicked my closet door in. I was fucking angry. I could've murdered him. I just wanted to go to town on his face. The beer calmed me down. After letting out some steam, I brushed my teeth and went to bed.

Giant Douchebag - I hope your ass gets curb-stomped. Victimize another girl and I'll victimize your balls with a vice.

Listen to Radiodread, respect women. Have a nice day.