I’m not sure if I should write about this, but it is currently 1:31am and I haven’t been awake at this time for a very long time and there is no chance of me sleeping any time soon.
Today has been an exhausting day. Myself and Rhys left the house at 11am and went to a shopping centre in Perth called Garden City. After 5 hours of trailing around the shops we called it a day and got on the bus home.
That’s when it happened, arriving at my stop at Elizabeth Quay Station and I stood up to wait for the exit door that is in the middle of the bus to open. There was a guy in front of me but I took no notice of him other than he was holding on to the pole that the tap on, tap off machine is attached to. I saw in the corner of my eye him glance at me, he was a tall man with shades that covered his eye sockets that sat close to his face, he was white and wore a hat, around mid 40s. Again I took no notice when all of a sudden I felt the back of this mans hand smack the left side of my face, my lip and chin.
In shock; I said what anyone would say “what the f**k” and grabbed my face.
His reply was “sorry my hand slipped”
Instantly, I knew he was either a drunk or some sort of druggie, as if it was any one else “sorry my hand slipped” would not be a response if you had just smacked someone in the face.
By this time the bus had stopped and I looked around in pure shock not knowing what to do, I realised the bus driver was shouting that we needed to use the front of the bus to exit, I made my way over to him and said that man has just assaulted me. The man was now shouting “I never F***ing touched her”. The bus driver didn’t act very fast and had to ask me what I meant for me to then repeat myself. By this time the man had barged past my in shock self and the confused bus driver, who then called security to which it was too late.
The man had done a runner.
As I was explaining to the confused bus driver what had happened I remember a fellow passenger walking past and saying I’m really sorry that happened to you. But he didn’t hang around, to give his details.
Security then came and one guy went looking for the man but returned soon after with no news. I was then told to go to the police station and give a statement. I stood for a moment and thought well this is absolutely pointless. The man will be completely un identifiable on the CCTV camera with his has and glasses on. Also – we leave in 2 weeks, even if the man was to be identified I wouldn’t be able to attend court etc.
But then I thought, no, if I don’t go and report it, the man will more than likely do it again. I’m just a regular girl getting off the bus and a stranger thinks its acceptable to hit? That’s not what I stand for. And I would definitely regret not taking the correct action.
So I took the details from the bus driver to take to the police. Where I waited around an hour for my statement to be taken. An officer told me they would get the CCTV footage from the bus and it would get passed around to be identified and they would bring him in. Unfortunately the officer said because I am leaving the country not much would be able to happen if he was identified. But that I had done the right thing and he was sorry that it had happened to me. I’m hoping they call tomorrow to say they have the footage at least.
So yeah, I’m not sleeping tonight. As my mind is in overdrive.
Its one of those situations where looking back you wish you did something differently. But I was in so much shock everything happened to fast. Rhys was getting up and not looking so he completely missed the incident and was just as confused as I was when I was running to the bus driver. He now feels bad because he thinks he should have done something, but of course that would have made things worse.
I can guarantee said man has forgotten all about today and will just continue on hitting random strangers for literally no reason and getting away with it. Whereas here I am at now 2:10am writing about it and over thinking what I could have done to prevent it or had done differently in the situation to have had the man kept on the bus for the police to come.
I guess I should finish with a point. No matter how small; A slap in the face or bruises and broken bones, assault is a powerful thing, It shouldnt be tolerated, ever.