Is It a Real Fight or a Frock?

"There was a real, live person literally fly out of the shadowy corner of the bed like a demon coming into the daylight when i open my eyes from a nightmare. I didn't know if he knew i knew he was there, but i saw him tuck himself back into the side of the bed," she writes. "I went into bad bitch survival mode. It felt like my soul and rational thoughts stayed buckled at every fibre in my body." She decided to park at the nearest safe pull out location and wait so that an officer could let her know where they were.