Fatal Attraction

To start off, no this isn't a story about the movie with Glenn Close. This is a personal experience of mine and I'm writing this story in my journal because my therapist told me it would help me get over the trauma, however I don't see how it will.
It's been well over 10 years and the damn events still haunt me. My name is Aaron Yates and this is my story of how I got involved in a situation that nearly ended my life.
Everything started around January 2001. I was chilling with some homeboys and we all made plans to go to a strip club as we had nothing to do. We are all rappers but we just couldn't think of any new songs to record.
I was in the process of making my 3rd studio album but you could say I had a little bit of writer's block...who am I kidding, I had complete writer's block. My first 2 albums I'm glad have gained a considerable fanbase however I am hoping this one will help get my name out there. But enough of that, back to the story.
The following weekend, me and the boys hit up a strip club and we brought A LOT of cash as we were hoping for some late night action with the strippers. Haha I know we some dogs but hey nothing like a fun weekend right?
Crap man, it seemed like everyone else was getting the strippers except me. While they were all getting lap dances I'm sitting here like a damn fool sipping my beer away. But then I saw her. She was this beautiful caramel colored girl with a body to die for, I called her over for a dance and sure enough she came. I gave her some cash and finally got a lap dance.
Soon it came closing time and me and the boys were heading back. Luckily my boy Melvin stayed sober so he could drive us all home. By this time I was already buzzed and I happened to have saw that stripper go into her car. I ran up to her and chatted with her in my alcohol fueled bravery.
As we talked she started showing signs of interest and like flies on poop I went for it. She invited me back to her place and as we drove off, I started laughing at my boys screaming "HAHAHA LOOK AT ME NOW WOOOOOOO!"
Hours seemed to have passed when we got to her place. She had told me her name is Bianca Myers and she had been stripping since she was 19. She had told me she grew up in Lee's Summit, Missouri, which coincidentally is where I was born.
Her mother was a banker and her father was a doctor and she had a nice life growing up, being spoiled with everything she wanted. When I asked how did she end up from being silver spoon fed growing up to living in the bad part of Kansas City she told me she developed a cocaine addiction and started stripping to support it.
She has been clean and sober since 21 which was roughly 2 years ago, and I congratulated her on her recovery. After a couple of more drinks and some sweet talking on my end, me and her had sex.
Now me and Bianca actually started seeing each other for a month afterwards and during that month, she was EXTREMELY controlling and demanding. Whenever I went to the studio to record some songs, she would call and bug me asking who I was with and how long I would be gone.
At home we would argue over the phone about females I would be talking to, and they could just be friends or family members, if they have a pair of breasts and no penis, then I'm not allowed to talk to them. And guess what? Bianca and I weren't even together.
I thought she understood that this was purely for sex. After so many phone calls even when I'm grocery shopping, I told her to stop calling me unless she really has to, however usually later on it explodes into a huge argument which results in Bianca breaking down in tears telling me that she doesn't want to fight and wants us to be happy.
After almost a month of that bullshit I finally told her that no I didn't love her and I hoped that would end the nightmare, however I learned soon that I would be wrong.
9 missed calls. 9 missed calls in just over a minute and a half. I don't answer any of her phone calls at all. That's pretty much everyday for me at this point. It had been another 2 months since I broke it off with Bianca and that psycho bitch hasn't left me alone. She even calls my mom at 3AM and tells her that me and her will be happy together and forever. I have since gotten with another girl and Bianca constantly stalks us. I have called the police several times but they could never do anything God knows why.
Whenever I head to the studio to record more songs, I would see Bianca's silver Honda following me. That car without fail follows me every week, but more often on weekends when Bianca is off work. One day I went home to find my girl tell me that our gas, phone, and even our lights were cut off. We both suspected Bianca but we had no clue how this girl did all that especially with my girl home. I told her to leave to her parent's home 20 miles away but she declined saying she would stick with me to the end. I knew if she stayed there would be trouble but I never once thought her life would be in danger.
One afternoon, I was writing down lyrics to a song I decided to call "This Ring" when I thought I saw Bianca outside my window. However upon further inspection, I realized she wasn't outside...it was her reflection.
Now at this point my body's fight or flight response kicked in. I quickly turned around and threw the closest object at her and the fight was on. Bianca charged at me and surprisingly tackled me down. After several blows to the head with the end of a baseball bat, I managed to push her off and tried to make a run for it.
After not even making 3 steps I felt something heavy hitting the back of my head and I fell to the ground. At this point I was dizzy from being hit in the head so much and I couldn't move much. I hear my girl running to my location and before I even managed to warn her, Bianca slammed the bat into my back and I started screaming in pain. When Bianca saw my girl, I saw her pull out a .380 and fired a shot.
Luckily my girl ducked in time and the bullet missed, I took the bat and thrusted the end into Bianca's head and temporarily knocked her down. I told my girl to make a run for it and we ran out the house. Me and her started running towards an alley hoping to reach safety, however Bianca was a quick runner and started firing shots. We took a detour and ran inside an abandoned auto shop. I know it wasn't a smart idea but we just had to hide.
We hid inside an office building and just prayed to God Bianca wouldn't find us. As bad luck seemed to have followed me like I broke a thousand mirrors, Bianca found us and attempted to fire. Before she did I tried to tackle her and I ended up getting pistol whipped and was knocked unconscious temporarily.
I awoke probably several minutes later to find Bianca and my girl struggling for control of the gun. Bianca kept screaming saying how I'll never find another girl that loves me like she does. Bianca eventually gained the upper hand and fired 3 shots into my girl. I watched in agony as she slowly fell to the ground in a pool of blood. Bianca then walked slowly to me with the gun aimed at my head telling me that either I could leave with her and be happy forever or I can die right here with my girl. I spat in her face and called her a psycho bitch.
Bianca responded by pulling the trigger, however luck was on my side. Her magazine clip was empty and as she attempted to reload, I picked up a grill splitter that was nearby and slammed it to her head. Bianca fell to the ground instantly and the sight of my possibly deceased girlfriend caught my eye.
Anger swelled up inside me and I delivered another strike to Bianca. When I attempted to deliver the death strike, I came to my senses. It's better for the police to handle this crazy ass girl.
I heard sirens as the building was swarmed with police. They told me they were responding to calls about gunshots and screaming and I led them to Bianca. Due to her injuries she was taken to the hospital alongside my girl, who thank God was still alive.
After a few days in the hospital the police told me that Bianca has had restraining orders placed against her by concerned ex-boyfriends because she would stalk them. They also informed me that she has a psychological disorder probably caused by her heavy drug addiction from the past that caused her to lose her sanity and will be kept in a mental hospital for evaluation.
Due to my injuries not being severe, I was released from the hospital early. I visited my girlfriend everyday and also took the liberty to write a new song for my new album inspired by these events.
Even now that it has been over 10 years since these events, I am still haunted by the memories. I keep a gun nearby me because it's better to be safe then sorry right? I'm scared for my life at all times but hey if you ever met me you'd never know. Well now Mr. Therapist guy, I hope this is enough to please you. I don't see how this helped at all. Especially when I got a phone as I was writing this story down.
A female with an extremely familiar voice. A woman who said her name was Bianca. She escaped from the mental hospital and from what she says, she's gonna look for me. This nightmare isn't over yet...may God help me now.
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