...I'm not a religious person and I expect a lot of people here are not. But please, please, whatever deity you bow to, send out your thoughts for the girl I saw being forced into a guy's car at about 10:40 PM on International Boulevard in South Seattle. Those familiar with the Seattle area might recognize the area as the hunting grounds of the Green River Killer--and in fact, I saw this happen literal yards from the bridge that spans that infamous river.
I had just gotten off work and was heading to my usual on ramp when I came upon what I thought was two guys fighting, one in and one outside of a minivan. It would not have been an unusual sight, as it's Friday night and a few blocks from a rowdy club. The light turned yellow and I came alongside the van, and saw that it was a young man struggling to force a girl into the van.
She was fighting for her life. I am totally not exaggerating.
I opened my door and said something like "Hey!" and I asked her if she wanted a lift. He turned and I suppose he told me to mind my own business or assure me that she was drunk or it was all right--honestly, I wasn't paying any attention to him, because my attention was focused on her.
She was desperate. Absolutely terrified.
I yelled I was calling 911 and she screamed at me to call the cops and he said something like, no, don't call the cops, which I ignored, and I pulled in front of his grey Acura minivan to keep him from getting away. While the 911 operator was busy asking for my mother's maiden name and my shoe size, he succeeded in shoving her into the passenger seat and backed away.
I saw what he was doing and took off after him/them. He drove like a madman toward the freeway and I chased him as long as I could, but he managed to get a slow-moving car between me and him on a long narrow feeder with several freeway arteries, and rather than endanger myself and god knows how many other people, I lost him.
The 911 operator assured me they had it under control and the WSP would take it from there, but I am just sick thinking of how many routes he could have taken, how many possible turnoffs, and above all, what happened to that girl.
Maybe she was his girlfriend and they were just having a fight, but that's the kind of fight that ends in someone being killed.
I cursed myself all the way home, and I am still doing so--why didn't I get out of my car and take him on? He wasn't small, but I'm a pretty big woman and I wouldn't want to get in a fight with myself. Why didn't I use the camera I always have to take a bunch of pictures, maybe freak him into leaving her there? And why the HELL did not one of the hundreds of people that passed the scene do anything but gawk?
All I can think about is this girl.
If you had been there, you would have seen that whatever was going doen between them was going to end in something dreadful. She was fighting like a wildcat to not get in that car.
I'm hoping I get a call from the WSP tomorrow saying that it was a domestic dispute and they fight all the time and she never presses charges. That's an awful situation, but it would be the best-case scenario after what I saw.
I have never felt so impotent in my entire life.
I will never forget her face.
Pray for this girl, people.