I Hope She Made It Safely Home

I went for a beer with an acquaintance of mine. I came back home taking the last metro and then a late bus. It was about 1:30 am as I got off at the stop three blocks away from my apartment. From afar, I could see people walking in a weird fashion. I didn't pay much attention to it since there are two bars in those three blocks. But as I got closer, I noticed that it wasn't so much drunken walking as some sort of fighting going on. About a block and a half away, I just stopped and stared. It was a man and a woman. The man forcing the woman to do something. Him shaking her, throwing her to the ground, her trying to get away and him using brute force on her. I think I saw him hitting her. I was just standing there, not doing anything, just staring, with my headphones off my head. The man looked in my direction and saw me. Without thinking, I just turned around and walked back to the boulevard. I heard some form of shouting, then the sound of car doors being slammed shut and a car starting fast. I turn around to have a look and there was no one on the sidewalk, just the car driving really fast in the opposite direction.

I went to a corner store, bought something and then came out. There was a policecar parked next to the corner store. It was still there after I came out of the corner store. I didn't say anything and just walked back to my flat.

I hope what I saw wasn't what I think it was. I hope it was just a man trying to help a drunken woman in the car for her not to hurt herself. There's no way for me to be sure of that though. I feel like in the movie Blow Up, where the main character is blowing up the image of what might or might have not been a murder and, ultimately, never find out. I don't know if I could have done anything to help, to make sure the woman was safe...

I hope she made it safely home.