FICTIONAL: as written by me, not fictional as written by New Zealand boy:
Witness #326: I was sitting at a table in a restaurant somewhere in Arizona or California, I don’t remember for sure. It was either Sumer of 2007, maybe Fall, could have been winter 2008. I remember it clearly. I recognized Travis from a PPL video my great uncle played for me back in 2004.
Travis and Jodi came into the restaurant and when they were seated, Travis intentionally pulled out the chair causing Jodi to fall on the floor. He laughed and everybody looked. I know now it was Jodi because Travis said, “Get it through your *&^*&^ brain, Jodi, that I’m not going to hold your chair out for you, I’m not your *&^*^&*^ servant. Grow up and quit *****in! When the waitress came to take their order, she asked if Jodi was alright and Travis told her to “butt out, it’s none of your *&^*&^* business, you no good waitress!”
Travis ordered first, a really big meal with several appetizers including a vegetable wrap and fried shrimp, and a drink of some kind with no ice. He didn’t give Jodi a chance to order and told the waitress that “fatso didn’t deserve a meal because even a 5 year old can sit in a chair without falling out!”
He ate in front of her and she was trying real hard not to cry, I could tell. When Travis noticed me paying attention to Jodi, he challenged me to a “duel to the death” in the parking lot, promising or rather threatening to beat me to an unrecognizable pulp. I thought about calling the police but decided it was best to just leave. Obviously he was a habitual abuser and Jodi just took it like all battered women do.
The dude scared me, though, because he was serious about wanting to beat me down. He had a crazed look in his eyes, capable of anything, and I always wondered what happened to Jodi, like if he eventually killed her, raped her, maimed her, because that’s always the progression DV takes.
