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I just have to try to tell this story from two-three days ago.
Background: my SO's sister and her boyfriend, who have a history of drug and alcohol abuse (23 and 25 years old), moved out here to the sticks from Baltimore in August to try to start a new life together. They bicker constantly, drink heavily, and I don't believe have left the meth behind. After we could stand no more of them (and their first domestic violence arrest), they got themselves a trailer up on the local mesa, down about fifteen miles of county dirt road.
The second arrest came two weeks after they got out of jail, and only he went away as she took off. It was an epic tale that night, fortunately all of it taking place down here in town where the cops and EMS people all know me. Much drinking and fighting, a broken window (thankfully elsewhere) and the boyfriend running bleeding across town in a snowstorm to my house where the SO (also an EMT) patched him up before the cops hauled him off.
So codependent, they of course stuck together.
Now, to Tuesday night....
Actually Wednesday morning, phone rings at 2 a.m. Frantic call from boyfriend, tells the SO her sister locked herself in the house with kitchen knives threatening to kill herself... and my SO's daughter was up there. The daughter (16) broke through a window to get at her aunt, cutting herself badly.
We spring to our feet and start driving up the hill to the mesa. We pass the daughter on the way down, still no license at the time but she stole her aunt's car to get off the mesa. Crying, bleeding from her hands and forearms, we spin around and the SO patches her daughter up.
Next, we decide to see who's still alive on the mesa. Daughter said there was fighting, fists thrown by both, and generally scary stuff. We grab the med kit, flashlights, cell phones, and smokes.
Up we drive, discover the boyfriend at the end of the driveway pacing. It's probably 3:30, 4 a.m. by now. Sister has apparently locked herself in again, and he's had it with going through the window. He always manages to calm himself down when "authority figures" (which I guess is us) arrive, so aside from the tweaky twitching he's pretty together.
Apparently the sister polished off her own bottle of Sky vodka earlier, and God knows how many "stackers" (these over-the-counter diet speed pills). So we go inside, she's sitting in a little ball with a big ol' kitchen knife, bawling and sniffling.
Then came the shouting, the threatening. She brandished the knife, boyfriend jumps in and gets it in the stomach. Maybe an inch in, nothing life-threatening.
We call the cops.
Sister runs back inside, we clamber into the car to meet the cops at the end of the driveway, a "safe" distance from the rest of the knives in the block. Cops arrive surprisingly quickly -- turns out at some point the sister had been on the phone with her mom back east, who hung up and called the cops herself.
Cops arrive, we give them the skinny on where the knives are in the house, and they barrel up the driveway. Two cops, two trucks.
Well, we follow in a few minutes. Turns out she split, ran off into the woods. All of the properties up there are on 5-50 acre parcels, ponderosa and scrub oak mesa, maybe 8,500 foot elevation. And it's starting to snow.
In the next 20 minutes about a dozen more sheriff's deputies arrive -- which, you should know, is pretty much all of them in this county -- assisted by a half dozen search and rescue personnel. Flashlights, megaphones, the whole bit. Four and a half hours they look for her.
By 8 a.m. the SO and I are back in the house filling out paperwork on what we saw. Two cops there with us. Suddenly the sister barges in, pushes past one of the cops, flips me off, and heads for the kitchen knife block, getting a big one.
I blink and the deputy is on top of her, pinning her to the ground with the knife hand splayed out. The other one is telling her to let go of the knife or he's going to pepper-spray her.
The SO bursts into tears, I lead her out of the house to where the rest of the police et al are reassembling quickly, rushing into the house to assist. The sister is screaming, cursing. I just hold the SO and take her in the back of my car and we sit there.
Fallout:
Both went to jail that morning. He got $10K bail, she $5K. He got himself out after 24, as did she -- after a painfully inadequate joke of a psych evaluation, if you ask me. He's considered the bigger threat, even though his initial arrest that morning was because he admitted to drinking, in violation of his restraining order.
The daughter is going into counseling with her mom; thankfully I know all the people for that kind of thing in the county through my work, and can get them started right away. I've had a few talks with her, too. I've got a lot of admiration for how strong she is, but I'm still glad she's getting help.
Both are out of jail, have hearings coming up, and are avoiding us. The boyfriend heard (although they now have a "no contact" order between them) she got herself out with her old engagement ring, from back when she was about to marry a drug dealer.
I can't wait for them to show up on my doorstep again. I've seen no evidence (and neither, apparently, did the DA) either of them have been trying to clean up their acts... she's blown off her court-arranged counseling, he simply refuses to ackowledge he can't be around her without getting violent and controlling.
...Huh. As I was typing this, the sister called to remind my SO and me that everything was fine before she came out here (right) and it was all her fault for calling the cops (right) and if it wasn't for the laws in this state she'd be OK (uh huh) and she needs money to pay for the hotel room she somehow booked into last night.
We said "no."
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