My roommate's boyfriend almost killed me.

So, I (F19) had a roommate named Jenny (F19) who moved out recently. Jenny and I were friends when we first moved in together and things were great until she met this guy. His name is David (M25), but that’s all I know about him. I don’t know how long Jenny was dating David, but one night we were all hanging out in the living room when he came over. David and Jenny were cuddled up on the couch, while I was sitting in the recliner next to the couch watching T.V.<br><br>After a while, I got up to go into my room to use the restroom, but when I opened the bathroom door, I saw blood on the floor. I walked into my room to grab a paper towel to clean it and I saw a broken razor on the counter. I didn’t think much of it, as my roommate had previously cut herself and was getting treatment. However, I did find it odd that there was a broken razor on the counter. <br><br>I closed the bathroom door and went back into the living room, but as I was walking, I heard David’s phone ring. It was loud, and I could hear the man on the other end screaming and yelling. I didn’t think anything of it because I was a bit of a rebel back then, but when I got closer, I saw Jenny standing next to David, looking terrified. <br><br>As soon as I heard the man on the phone, I knew he was yelling at Jenny. I didn’t care enough to go into the kitchen and call the cops, but I did know that I was in danger. David had a hold of Jenny’s wrist, and I could see she was crying. I was in the process of telling her to get away from him, but before I could finish my sentence, he threw Jenny on the floor. She crawled away from him as he began yelling at her. <br><br>I saw her grab her phone from the coffee table, but as she went to make a call, he grabbed her. He pulled her into the bedroom with him. I heard him yelling, “Shut up!” and “You don’t know anything! Shut up!”<br><br>I didn’t think it would hurt to get someone else’s attention, so I yelled at him. “I’m going to tell the cops!” he screamed. “They can’t do shit to you, I’m your roommate!”<br><br>That’s when I realized I had to get out of there. I didn’t want to die. So I did what any self respecting person would do. I grabbed my purse and ran out the door. I called my mom from the car and told her that I needed her. <br><br>When I got to my mom’s house, I called the cops. She came over and got me, and we went to the police station. When we got there, I gave them the details of the situation, but I didn’t mention his phone call because I didn’t know his name.<br><br>The police didn’t find anything, but they did find some broken glass and a broken razor. After the police didn’t find anything, we went back to the apartment. My mom and I didn’t go inside. We waited outside in the car while Jenny was in there. When we left, we told her we didn’t want her in our house. She begged us to stay, but we didn’t. We just went home.<br><br>After that night, Jenny got a restraining order against him, but I never saw or heard from him again. I still live in the apartment, and I’ve been very cautious since then.