Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - She Said He Abused Her for Years—Then Went to Coachella with Him Like Nothing Happened PART2 #77

Episode Date: September 7, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#abuseawareness #toxiclove #survivorstory #psychologicaltrauma #coachelladrama  "She Said He Abused Her for Years—Then Went to Coachella with Him Like Nothing Happened – PART 2" continues the unsettling exploration of trauma, manipulation, and the complex dynamics of abusive relationships. As the story unfolds, the deeper psychological scars and the conflicting emotions of the survivor come to light. This part reveals how societal pressures, denial, and complicated love entangle victims in cycles that are hard to break. It’s a haunting, raw narrative about survival, mental health, and the blurred lines between pain and public appearances.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, abuseawareness, survivorsjourney, toxicrelationships, psychologicalhorror, coachellastory, part2, emotionaltrauma, mentalhealth, complexrecovery, realhorrorstory, traumahealing, darkrelationships, survivorstrength, rawemotion

You know what's crazy. I keep flashing back to this one night years ago. It was late, maybe 2 a.m., and she called me out of nowhere. At first, I thought it was a butt dial or something, but when I picked up, all I heard was her sobbing. Like, not just crying, a full-on, gut-wrenching breakdown. Hey, hey, are you okay? I asked, even though clearly, she wasn't. There was this long pause, and then she was.

whispered, he hit me again. My stomach dropped. I didn't even know how to respond. I remember pacing my room like a caged animal, gripping the phone so hard my knuckles turned white. I wanted to do something, anything, but I was three states away. All I could do was listen as she poured her heart out, telling me about the fight, about how he'd thrown her phone across the room and shoved her into a wall. I'm so stupid, she kept saying. I should have left her. I should have left him a long time ago. Don't say that, I told her. You're not stupid. He's the one who's messed up. But deep down, I was furious, not at her, but at him. Furious that someone I cared about so much was being treated like garbage by a guy who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as her.

That night changed something in me. I made this silent promise to myself, I'd always be there for her. No matter what. And for a while, it felt like I was keeping that promise. I talked her through the breakup. I cheered her on when she blocked his number. I reminded her over and over that she was strong, that she didn't need him, that she deserved way better. So seeing her now, potentially slipping back into his orbit, feels like a punch to the gut. The more I think about it, the more conflicted I feel. On one hand, I get it. She's in the music industry. He's a music producer. That world is small, and sometimes connections are everything. Maybe she's thinking about her career. Maybe she's trying to be civil for the sake of networking.

But on the other hand, damn it, this isn't just some business deal. This is the guy who called her worthless. The guy who left her with bruises. The guy who made her question her own value as a human being. And now she's at Coachella with him. It's hard not to take it personally. I can't help but wonder what's going through her head right now. Is she convincing herself that he's changed? That maybe he deserves a second chance. Or is she just enjoying the perks, backstage passes, free drinks, rubbing shoulders with famous artists, without realizing the slippery slope she's standing on? The thing about abusive relationships is, they mess with your head. You start to believe their lies.

You start to think you're the problem. Even after you leave, those scars stick around. Maybe that's what's happening to her now. Maybe she's not thinking clearly. Or maybe she is, and that's what scares me even more. Because if she's fully aware of what she's doing and she still chose to go, what does that say? I keep going over how I'll talk to her when she gets back. Part of me wants to lay it all out.

What you did was wrong. It was a slap in the face to me and to yourself. You're better than this, but another part of me knows that approach might backfire. She might feel attacked. She might shut me out completely. And the last thing I want is to lose her. So maybe I need to be gentler. Maybe I need to frame it as concern, not judgment.

Something like, hey, I'm a little. I care about you. I've been here for you through everything with him, and seeing you go to Coachella with him really shook me. I'm scared he's going to hurt you again, and I don't want to see you go through that. Would that work? Or would she still get defensive? You know what's weird? As much as this hurts, I'm not angry at her.

Not really. I'm angry at him. Angry that he still has this kind of pull over her. angry that after everything he put her through, he still gets to take up space in her life. She deserves better. It's crazy how fast life changes. A week ago, I thought we were on the same page. I thought we both agreed that going anywhere with him would be a terrible idea. Now I feel like I don't even know her. And maybe that's the scariest part, realizing that no matter how close you are to someone, you can't control their choices.

You can only hope they make the right ones. When she gets back tomorrow, I don't know what to expect. Will she be honest with me about what happened? Or will she brush it off, act like it was no big deal? Either way, I need to talk to her. Because if I don't, this will fester. And if there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that unspoken feelings have a way of turning into resentment.

And I don't want to resent her. I just want her to be safe. I want her to be happy. I want her to remember who she is, and how hard she fought to get away from him in the first place. So yeah, that's where I'm at. Confused. Hurt.

Scared for my friend. I know a lot of people would say, it's her life. Stay out of it. And they're not wrong. But when you've been in the trenches with someone, when you've seen the damage firsthand, it's not that easy to step back and say nothing. I just hope I find the right words when the time comes. Because I don't want to lose her.

But I also don't want to sit by and watch her lose herself. The next day felt like one of the longest days of my life. I kept checking my phone every five minutes, hoping she'd text me to say she was back home safe. She didn't. By the time evening rolled around, I was pacing my apartment. like a lunatic. I had rehearsed a thousand different ways to start the conversation, but every single one felt either too harsh or too passive. What if she gets defensive? What if she thinks I'm overstepping? What if this blows up and wrecks our friendship? But then another voice in my head

said, what if you say nothing and she slides back into his life for good? What if next time she calls you crying, it's because he's done something even worse? That thought snapped me out of my spiral. I knew I had to say something, even if it was messy. Finally, around 8 p.m., I saw her name pop up on my screen. Hey, just got home. Exhausted. Can we talk tomorrow? I stared at her message for a long time. Part of me wanted to say yes, give her space, but another part of me knew I'd just do all night if I didn't get this off my chest. So I wrote back, hey, glad you're back safe. Can I swing by for a few minutes tonight? I just need to talk. There was a long pause before she replied. Sure. I'll put the kettle on. When I got to her place, she answered the door in

sweatpants and a hoodie. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she looked tired, like she hadn't slept much in days. Hey, she said softly. Hey, we hugged, and for a moment, I almost forgot why I was upset. She felt like family to me. But as soon as we sat down on her couch, the words I'd been bottling up came rushing back to the surface. So, how was Coachella? I asked carefully. She sighed and gave me a little smile. It was, fun, I guess. Crazy, exhausting, all of that. I nodded slowly. And, you went with him, her face tightened. Yeah. I did. There it was. The confirmation. I took a deep breath. Look, I'm not trying to come at you or anything. But I need to be honest, it really threw me when I found out. After everything we've talked about, after everything he's done, I didn't expect you to go. She looked down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. I know. I knew you'd feel that way. That's why I didn't tell you before I left. That's kind of my point, though, I said gently. If you felt like you had to hide it from me, doesn't that tell you something?

She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, it wasn't like that. I wasn't planning on anything happening. I just, he offered the pass, and it felt stupid to say no to that kind of access. It was a professional move more than anything, was it? I asked softly. Or was it more than that? She hesitated. We talked a lot while I was there. He said he's changed. That he's been in therapy, that he's sober now, that he regrets everything. I felt my chest tighten. And do you believe him, she let out a shaky breath.

I don't know. Part of me wants to. But another part of me keeps replaying all the horrible things he said and did. I don't know what to think. Listen, I said, leaning forward. I get it. I really do. I know how easy it is to get sucked back in when someone you loved is telling you they're different now.

But, you told me yourself how bad it was. You showed me the texts, the photos, all of it. You fought so hard to get away from him. Don't let all that progress go to waste. Her eyes filled with tears. I'm not getting back with him. I swear. I just.

I don't know why I went. Maybe I wanted closure. Or maybe I just wanted to believe he's not as terrible as I remember, so I could stop hating him. I reached over and took her hand. You don't owe him closure. You don't owe him forgiveness. What you owe is to yourself, to keep yourself safe, to surround yourself with people who actually love and respect you. She nodded, wiping at her eyes.

You're right. I know you're right. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone who actually cares about me. That's all I want, I said. I'm not mad at you. I just. I don't want to get another call like the one you made to me back in college. That night scared the hell out of me.

I know, she whispered. And I'm sorry for putting you in this position. It was selfish of me to go. We sat there in silence for a few moments. Finally, she said, thanks for being honest. I don't want to lose your trust. You won't, I said. But please, promise me you'll keep your distance from him. Even if he's waving VIP passes and backstage access in your face, she gave me a weak smile. Promise. When I left her place that night, I felt a little lighter. But I also knew this

wasn't over. People like her ex don't just fade away quietly. He'd probably try again. And again. But at least now she knew where I stood. And at least now she knew she wasn't alone. You know, friendships aren't always easy. Sometimes they mean having tough conversations, calling someone out when they're slipping, even if it risks the friendship. But if you really care about someone,

you don't just sit back and watch them make choices that could destroy them. I guess that's what being a real friend is about. So yeah, that's where I'm at. exhausted relieved still a little worried but also hopeful hopeful that she'll stay strong

hopeful that she'll remember her worth hopeful that maybe just maybe this chapter with her ex is finally truly over the end