From darkness to light
I went to work, the one place I felt safe. I was surrounded by cameras and people.
I called my boss at the time (Shelly) and said I needed to talk with her. I told her everything that was going on. Right there she insisted I get out of town. If anyone knows me, I don't take holidays. I jumped at the invitation.
She said I have a friend in the security business, leave me your key. I did as she requested. I left London, and went to my Mother's. At this point my Mom only knew a little bit of what was going on. When I finally got to my Mom's place, my brothers were there as well.
The look on her face when she saw me, was one of terror and love. My heart was breaking. The love pouring out of her made me feel so safe. I cried like a baby in her her arms. That night, I slept in her bed. She wouldn't let me out of her sight. (i forgot to mention my cell phone had been turned off)
The next morning, I awoke very early, I snuck out of bed, made myself a coffee and sat in her rocking chair in the corner of the living room. As I turned on my phone, my Mom in a panic came out of her room, "Carrie where are you" I set my phone down and said I'm right here. Relief rushed over her.
My phone started to ding like crazy. Private Caller showed on my phone at least 10 times, and Shelly
had been trying to get a hold of me. I called her right away. She informed me the police were trying to get a hold of me, The camera that was put in my apartment caught someone breaking in.
Instantly it sent a call to the police and Shelly who was a contact. Shelly and her friend reached my place first, and saw him running across the park that was right behind my building. Her friend went chasing after him, when the cops got there a few minutes later, they followed suit in the same direction. At this point there were four cars and 4 officers on foot after him and the other 2 went into the apartment to make sure it was clear.
Guns out, they went room by room, looked everywhere, no sign of anyone in the place.
I often wonder what would have happened, if she didn't insist on me going to my Mom's. Would I have been a victim in the morgue? The thought had crossed my mind too much. It was too much to handle.
When I finally came back to London, I was always with someone. I slept at my best friends house for almost two weeks, She lived outside of London in a small community. I was safe.
Things were settling down. We had it narrowed down to two people. The one guy I met while I was working. He came into the business all the time. He was so positive and happy and always smiling, I couldn't help it, he felt like a dream come true. We dated that summer and it was amazing.
Until I found out he was lying to me and had a girlfriend in another town. It was purely by accident how I found out. His Facebook profile came up as someone I know. I clicked on it, and right there was all I needed, In A Relationship... When I confronted him, he got very agitated and down right mean. Mr nice guy wasn't nice after all.
I ended things right away. I had more dignity and integrity then to mess around with another woman's man.
He started coming by my work more and more. It was to the point he was scaring me.
The phone would ring every morning at exactly 8am I would answer and they would hang up. every time it would come up as unknown caller.
I had to get a no trespass order put on him, but it didn't stop him. He still came into my work. It wasn't until the police paid him a visit that he stayed away. That is when all the terrorising began. Hindsight is always 20/20
I felt so incredibly lucky to be surrounded by such amazing people, who really went above and beyond for me. For that I am forever grateful.
I learnt many lessons here.
Looking back at that time of my life, was a game changer. I went to my Doctor, asked for help, the next day I was in Trauma Therapy. It took me a long time to come to terms with what I went through, it seems so unreal. 8 years later. I am finally able to openly talk about that horrific time.
My advice to everyone, listen to your gut. Your inner knowing, your intuition, if something doesn't feel right, it most definitely isn't.
That's where my spiritual journey started. In the lowest, darkest corner I was backed into. I saw a ray of light seeping through the crack. That's when I met Mr Sexy.
For every ending is great and wonderful new beginning.
new beginnings xo,
Carrie
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