Devon on August 23rd, 2009

bloodThe events are slightly hazy. I cannot remember the exact order of how things panned out but I will try my best. I was parked in the TAMU north-side Garage. I got into the car, drove down the ramp and started going around the first floor to use the University Drive exit. Right before the exit I saw a white truck driving the wrong direction (the garage is one way). I stopped the car, flashed headlights,  and made a what are you doing — shrugging shoulders gesture — trying to signal to the driver that he is going the wrong way.

Now, the assault: he got out of his car and walked over to mine. I rolled down the window thinking he was going to ask what I was trying to tell him, or he had a question/needed directions. Instead, when he got to the side of the car he began punching me in the face. I believe he punched me 4 or 5 times, even thought it felt like 10 at the time. Shocked, I did not know what to do.  I  can’t remember exactly what he said when he was punching me because all I could think about was the pain — and I was in shock — just that he was saying something.

After he left, I drove to my friend’s house. She called the police. In hindsight, I should have stayed in the garage and called the police myself. I did not know what do to. But I was so shocked I wanted out of the place where that all happened — I felt so unsafe. I bled a lot. My white button down shirt was completely drenched in red. My friend, Loni, and her friends took good care of me while we waited for the cops to show. I extend all my gratitude to them — thank you very much. Loni also went to my mom’s house to get my mom. Thanks for that too Loni. Oh, and for cleaning up my blood from the porch this morning. Thanks again.

The police asked me questions about what happened, if I needed/wanted to go to the hospital (I was also told that I fainted three time probably from blood loss), and took photos of what I looked like. I remember one saying to take photos of my shirt. Like I said before the whole night is fuzzy. I have to thank the police too. They were very nice, calm, and seemed genuinely concerned. At about 4 am, when I was back at my mom’s, Meryl and Audrey came over to see how I was. It was good to see trusted friends a few hours after — calmed my nerves down.

I woke up today with another bloody nose. My nose is swollen, my teeth cut the inside of my upper cheek in a straight line following my teeth line, my eyes feel like they have pressure behind them, all I can taste is iron/copper, I have a headache, and, well, I feel like I was punched in the face. I guess it could have been worse.

The police called Shari this morning and said they got the footage from the garage. Once they get a clear picture of the truck’s license plate they are going to find him and charge him with assault/Class A Misdemeanor.

Class A Misdemeanor Punishment — Texas Penal Code section 12.21
Under Texas Law, a Class A Misdemeanor offense is punishable by:

  1. Confinement for a term not to exceed 1 years in county jail; AND/OR
  2. A fine not to exceed $4,000.

As for the car I hit during all of this, the police went back to the garage and put a note on the vehicle for them to call the police. Once they gather all the information the police will switch our two insurance informations and we just file a claim. The most interesting part of this experience is how I feel. I would expect to feel angry, hurt, frustrated, or sorry for myself, but of all things to feel, I feel guilty. I feel like it’s my fault, like I did something wrong. I feel like I have inconvenienced everyone. People had to watch over me last night, Loni had to clean up a mess, the car needs to be fixed, someone else’s car needs to get fixed, the police and an ambulance had to come, and I may have to go to court. What a mess. Well, I guess I will look on the bright side and try and find a life lesson from this — I now have a deep empathy for people that get punched in the face for no apparent reason.

UPDATE (7/26/13): I received a subpoena from the Brazos County District Attorney’s office.  Turns out that “Mr. Pressler” has had many incidences over the last 4 years. They need me to come in, as well as “30 others,” to testify at his trail in the next coming week.


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