Today, knowing what I know and the experiences of the past three years, would I have said Yes? Yes, he pushed me from the moving car deliberately in an attempt to kill me. I think that would have been easier to live with than the fear and pain I face daily. Had I said he pushed me, I would have been able to escape sooner than thirtenn months and the chances for prosecuting him would have been greater rendering him unable to continuie victimizing. I was not his first victim. He has had so many other victims across the country that I know about both by his own admissions and those that came forward– in North Carolina, California, Alaska, Florida, on open waters, in the air — all unable to successfully prosecute him. I do want to be his last victim.
I wish I had the opportunity to make one decision differently, that decision being one in which I was run over by my “own car”. Honestly, that is what the report states. Not a word about the driver was referenced. When the officer asked me if I had been pushed from a moving automobile as witness stated, I denied it. I denied it at the hospital as well. I wasn’t pushed, so I had to deny it–I am a truthful person. And I was terrified. He didn’t push me; however, he did deliberately try to kill me by running over me with the car–my car. He is an ex-state trooper with high connections according to him.
Fact it, I stepped out and he immediately gassed the car, veering into me, knocking me down towards the pavement, the tire rotating towards my face as I pushed my body as hard as I could away from the moving vehicle. My right hip made contact with the tire as the circular movement continued taking my arm as a cushion between the rubber tire and the pavement, coming to rest only after the tire has passed over me dragging me under the car, the dirty gas tank directly above me. I turned my head to watch the feet of the driver walk around the car to see my position only to return and drive forward so the car wasn’t directly over me. This was not an act of kindness I discovered…when he saw I was alive. Witnesses came running out of surrounding places of business to get a better look yet keeping their distance from the site. I know the fact that I was alive and witnesses were present is the only reason he stayed at the scene to call 911 on his cell phone. He promised that should any bad thing befall him as a result of this little incident,’ my children would die. I would die. He got a seven dollar ticket for having the wrong insurance card in the car. I got a crushed shoulder as well as other extreme physical and psychological injuries.
Even in the emergency room treatment area, he was there–continually reminding me of his promises to kill my children and myself. The entire emergency room experience was ghastly, painful and horrifying as he was present. I was even released from the emergency room, without proper treatment or medications, to his care with instructions to see an orthopedic surgeon. This is when true terror, torture and torment began. To date, there is no closure–he is alive and free.
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