I was held at gunpoint, and whoever was there saved me

It was an incident from about two years ago when I lived with my then-girlfriend in a suburb of Fort Worth. I was sleeping on my side, she was on her stomach, when I woke up to what I first thought was her playing a joke on me, and she was pointing a gun at my head. <br><br>She told me if I woke anyone up down there, that she’d kill me. She knew that I had cheated on her with a mutual friend. She was pretty sure I had cheated, and I think that she knew that I had told my friend that I wanted to breakup with her and get married. I had already broken up with her in my heart and I was already in love with my future wife. I never actually cheated because I had a sickening feeling in my stomach that would haunt me every time I thought about doing it, so I never followed through.<br><br>She held me at gunpoint and forced me into the bathroom, where she made me take a shower and change my clothes, then we left. She didn’t want me to go back in my room and wake my roommate up, who she didn’t know. <br><br>The whole time I was scared. I didn’t know what she would do to me if she got to my roommate. I didn’t know what she would do to me if I woke anyone up. I thought I was going to be killed if anyone found out. I was scared to death the whole time.<br><br>I stayed with her until the next night, then I called her mom and told her what she was doing. Her mom was mad, and she told me that if I didn’t call the police, I’d be in a lot of trouble. I called the police, and she went on the run. It was a huge thing, I don’t even remember all the details, but there was a huge police hunt, and she was finally caught in Austin. <br><br>The last time I saw her, she was mad and she was crying. I had a feeling she had done something like this to someone else, and I think that was why I felt bad. She had been a victim of abuse herself, and I know that it messed with her mentally and physically.