I was driving to school today and I saw a car to my front right. The man driving turned and violently punched the female passenger. Hard. Like, so hard her head looked like it was coming out the window. Then he turned to the backseat and violently punched his little boy in the face. In broad daylight, in traffic. It all happened so quickly and I just reacted.
I put on my hazards and got behind him and started blaring my shitty little horn. He tried to lose me on the interstate but I stayed with him and called 911. I told them everything, what happened, where I was at, his license plate number, anything I could think of.
I followed them to a Walmart where he drove up to the fire lane upfront and almost hit the building. He ran inside, she followed and they left the kid in the car.
She had a bright red mark an her face and the little boy was crying and had a bloody nose and a red face. He hit them so hard.
I stayed with the car, which was parked really illegally and waited for the police officers.
I was shaking and crying because all I could think of was him hitting that little boy and I can’t stop replaying it in my head. I gave them descriptions and my information. I told them I would give a statement if needed.
They said they weren’t able to find the parents inside but they had the little boy.
I hope I saved him from something. I hope the mom sees this as an opportunity to get out of that situation. But more than anything, I hope I helped that little boy.