There’s a girl in the flat next door who I think might be an abuser?

So I’ve lived in this flat for over 8 years. It’s a shared house on a street of shared houses (2 flats each, one above the other).<br><br>My next door neighbours are young, probably just post 20. Shouty. They’ve been there for about a year. We’ve bumped into them a few times as we’ve been in our flat since before the development was completed so we’ve met changes of neighbours.<br><br>They weren’t nice at first, moved in with a bunch of friends who were quiet but inquisitive so would stare in our windows. We’d be watching TV on the sofa and there’d be a face in the window. We were busy in the garden. We’d be in the garden watching TV and there’d be a face in the window. We were having a shower. There’d be a face in the window. I’d complain about the friends to the girl and she’d offer to give me their social media handles so I could confront them about it on the internet.<br><br>So anyway. The shouty neighbours. The shouty girl is very sweet - she always is when she’s speaking to me, she has a really sexy voice (I’m a lesbian, I can’t lie, I love this voice).<br><br>Her boyfriend is ok I guess.<br><br>So they shout at each other a lot but I think everyone does once in a while. They shout when they have people round. They shout when they’re alone. They shout when they’re in their garden.<br><br>We just try and stay out the way. I work from home so spend half my time here. I can hear everything they say so it’s a good thing I’m fluent in doorslam.<br><br>Last year they were shouting and I heard a huge smash. It was the middle of the day and they were alone. I thought, oh no. Better check it’s ok. Shouty girl is upset. Call the police.<br><br>I open my front door and the door to her place is open and she’s in the doorway. She shows me her lip which is split. She’s crying. Shouty man is in his boxer shorts and holding a garden table leg. Shouty girl is holding a broken table leg. Shouty boy says “she smashed my table and she slapped me in the face with this table leg so I slapped her in the face with it too.”<br><br>Shouty girl pulls me inside, very upset. She’s still crying. I try to say “sorry” and “oh no this must be awful for you…<br><br>She interrupts me with “I don’t want him to know I called the police but I think if an officer comes he’ll go to jail.”<br><br>So I say “so why smash his table?”<br><br>She says “because I hate him.”<br><br>I say “that’s not very nice!”<br><br>And she says “I don’t know what I’d do if he went to jail.”<br><br>I say “I’m sorry I won’t call the police.”<br><br>She says “thank you.”<br><br>I go back inside my flat, about half an hour later I look out the window and she’s hugging him in the garden.<br><br>This has happened a few times, minor incidents where she’s pushed him, or scratched him, or smashed up his stuff but then she calls me over to help her out, she’s always upset but never wants me to call the police.<br><br>Actually calling the police would ruin their lives because they have jobs and careers too.<br><br>So I just try to stay out the way.<br><br>They’re not the only ones. This occasionally happens with her friends too. Once I was out with my dog at 3am and a guy in the street was covered in blood near our house. I called an ambulance. When they came they said it was the shouty girl’s cousin and she’d glassed him in the face when he was walking away from her house. Shouty girl came down and said “he’s my cousin, he’s fine, it was an accident. You shouldn’t have called an ambulance.”<br><br>A few months ago she was shouting at her boyfriend about how angry she was that her friend had been beaten up by her boyfriend. She was saying the boyfriend had put her friend in hospital and she’s angry that the police aren’t doing anything.<br><br>I wanted to say “he’s your friend’s fault. She put him in hospital, he put her in hospital, that’s fair enough.”<br><br>But I didn’t. I didn’t dare.<br><br>They’ve had an argument a few minutes ago. She said “I want you to die” to him. It’s 2am now. He’s out in the garden (she’s going on holiday today and took her case out).<br><br>She’s knocking tins and pans around in her kitchen.<br><br>I just think she sounds like a very violent person. Like, when she *actually* gets into a fight, it’s going to be so, so bad. I can’t imagine what she’d do.<br><br>I’m trying to stay out the way because I don’t want to be attacked by her.<br><br>But sometimes I sit in my flat and I wish I could call the police on her, but I know she’s being abused and that isn’t very nice.<br><br>I wish I could tell her how awful and unkind and violent she comes across as. But I don’t think it’s my place to do that, and I don’t want to be attacked.<br><br>I don’t know what to do.<br><br>I just want to call the police on her, but that isn’t right.<br><br>I hope she never comes for me, but I think she’s probably just acting out because she’s being abused by him.<br><br>But I don’t think she is. I think I might be a victim of manipulation right now.<br><br>Shouty girl, if you ever read this, please don’t come for me with a table leg.<br><br>But if you do, I will call the police, not on you, but on him.<br><br>Edit: I should add that *I* didn’t call the police in the first incident. The police weren’t called by anyone. She wanted them to be called but didn’t want him to know. But honestly no one gave a shit. We all just went about our days. Looking back I realise how weird that is. Someone told me about it in the comments and it’s really made me rethink this whole situation.