BPD relationship horror story...Episode two: The Non strikes back

I was hanging out with Medusa at her parents house in a upper class Jewish neighborhood. We were in her bed room having sex and watching her favorite show "The Commish". I hated that show. She made a phone call and suddenly, told me she was going to her friends house for an hour. She insisted I wait and she would be right back. Long story short, she never came back. Stranded there, I waited and waited and waited. In the morning I heard her miserable mother complaining about her to her grandmother. Mom was a witch of a yenta and Dad was a sweet exhausted man. Medusa was adopted.

 Anyway, I'm in her room hiding and not knowing what to do. Mom was really bitching loud and had no idea I was there. I was panicking as I heard her right outside the door. She was in mid bitch as she opened the door with folded laundry. She saw me and let out a hellishly long and loud scream, dropping the laundry. It was really uncomfortable so I left.
 
I was a good twenty miles from home, with no car or money. So, I began walking home. I had made the walk a several times before the relationship was over. This time I took a route that led me past a house that Medusa brought me too once before. A white trash couple lived there and she claimed to sit their kid. Strange gig for a girl pulling 800 a night stripping. As I passed the house, I saw the woman walking the dog and informed her of my situation. She said, she knew where Medusa was and made a phone call.

I waited in the white trash home for an hour and Medusa showed up pissed off and ready to brawl. It was on. She attacked me with punches. I had to control her and avoid being hit, while telling her to stop. Finally, she fell to the ground and bit my leg. She wasn't stopping and it hurt, so... I wound up and slapped her in the face like it was a hand ball. She finally let go, held her face and said. " That was a good one".

Where was she all night....... Smoking crack with God knows who.

I walked home after that. If you ever had to walk twenty miles to get home after a leg bite. It really sucks.