We're gonna need a montage (Montage!)

There is a girl in my hostel named Lauren, she's very nice and I've shared a couple of drinks with her and some light funny text conversations. All well and good except her boyfriend is a complete over protective possessive psychopath, I was about to find this out in my own special brand, head first Blogortunity way (aka the hard way).

Lauren was due to meet Mr Psycho outside the hostel and was a couple of minutes late due to talking to me. Her boyfriend stayed in the car outside and sent a couple of lackies in to pick her up. They arrived in the bar, looked pretty shocked when they found her with me and told her that her presence was required outside. This reminded me so much of Mafia movies I couldn't help but notice and ask them, how do you become henchman? I've always thought I would have use for a couple.

They smiled and explained that they were only coming in because ... well they where scared what Jay would do if he came in and saw Lauren doing ... well exactly what she was doing. Somewhat relieved that I hadn't just flirted with the God Fathers girlfriend I set about having another drink or two with the other people that frequent my hostel bar.

Later that night Lauren phoned my almost in tears after the inquisition she had just suffered, I was really shocked to find out that she had only been with him about three weeks and she didn't even really like him. Its just he didn't really give her and choice and she was already scared.

I explained that things where only going to get worse and pointed out a few things and this and that would hopefully help her realize that. Basically, even though I was somewhat biased because of her blond attractive nature I decided she would be better off without a crazy person in her life. She agreed and we stopped the conversation with her ready to call it off (I recommended in a public place)

I didn't see her for a couple of days, then one night I walked past her in the corridor shes looked really worried and scared. I said hi she said I can't stop now hes waiting outside for me again. That morning at about 05:00 am I was awoken by a text from Lauren, I wouldn't normally answer a text at five in the morning but this one might be an emergency.

The conversation was as follows:

L: 'Are you awake?'
M: 'I am now, are you ok? You looked really worried when I last saw you, at least 10 years older than normal'
L: 'Why would I be worried I was with J'
M: 'Because hes a psycho hose beast thats going to kill you one day and wear your skin as a suit'

The texts stopped, that evening I happened to bump into Lauren again and she denied all knowledge of the text messages, I showed her them on my phone and she had them on her phone too. Thats right her boyfriend had got up at five in the morning gone through her phone and pretended to be her. Thats also right, hes crazy and stupid because he didn't even delete the messages on her phone. Yeah right again I had just sent a text message to a nutter saying that he was a psycho hose beast that was going to skin and kill his girlfriend ... D'oh!

The next evening I get a call form Laurens boyfriend from her phone.

'I've got some questions to ask you, Why are you calling my girl? I would like to speak to you outside'

In my mind the words outside normally mean that the talking would involve a little more physical contact then normal. I decided to test the situation and see what the stakes where.

'What happened to you to make you so crazy?'

He exploded, my unconscious took control, I vaguely remembered some Sensi telling me once that the angrier a person was the more they wanted to fight but the less well they could do it because of how tense they would be. My minds auto pilot seemed set on testing this. I to be honest was getting worried and the phrase 'your egos writing checks your body can't cash came to mind' But the rational brain was in the back seat by now as the raging cave man part of my brain ... high on adrenaline was on a mission to beat up the bad guy and save the girl.

The phone call ended, I talked to my unconscious,

'What the hell was that?'

It responded by turning my mind into a Rocky movie montage like thing, it was scanning through all the fights I had even been in all the trainings I had gone to. It was working stuff out at a speed that I wasn't really able to grasp. Kind of reminded me of a computer program loading in very old software. I just started stretching and warming up, I went down stairs very calm and waited. I guess this was one of those times I was going to be tested.

About forty minutes passed, I gave Lauren a call, she said the words 'Hes Coming ....' the phone then went dead. Yes! The phone went dead while she was mid sentence... boy my life had just turned into a Quentin Tarantino Movie! I waited another hour it was one in the morning by now, I sent a text saying look I'm off to bed if you decide to show up call me. I barely slept that night my mind was still high on whatever man juice hormone fight or flight cocktail it had brewed for the occasion.

I got up in the morning my mind was still thinking about fighting, I did as much exercise as I could to burn off the hormones and get my brain back to some semballence of normallity. That helpped a lot. This leads us to where we are now, I text Lauren about once a week to check shes still alive and this seems to be the end of the matter ... or is it?