Newt wrote: ↑Wed Jul 22, 2020 4:47 am
I'm surprised that some have doubts here but how can any sensible person as Adele says, not see that she keeps changing her story and making it bigger, more outlandish as she goes? HOW in the
would the judge not simply know that she's full of it when she literally says that TWO POLICE OFFICERS, one being a woman, basically walked all over broken glass, witnessed a scene of complete destruction, saw her bruises, and then testified that there was zero broken things and not a bruise on her? :D
Agreed - I feel like we got so wrapped up in this and we're dissecting everything down to the details... That we lose sight of the very simple fact that she claims 14 incidents of gruesome, nearly grotesque violence occurred and she can't provide one shred of evidence.
I showed her description of one of the incidents (the "bed breaking" one - they actually just questioned her about it, too) to a friend who is completely out of the loop. I didn't add comments, just quoted her witness statement. This is it:
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Again, we were at the penthouse in LA. Johnny got mad at me and threw another glass decanter at me; he also knocked things around the room and punched the wall. He slapped me and grabbed me by my hair, dragging me by my hair through the apartment, all around between different rooms. I was trying to get out of his grasp and, in the process, he pulled clumps of my hair out.
I got free from him and ran upstairs to try and escape, but he followed me and caught up with me on the stairs; he grabbed me by the hair again, and he also hit me in the back of my head. He dragged me by my hair up the last few steps and, when he had pulled me to the top, he shoved me a couple of times, making me afraid I would lose my balance and fall down the stairs. I had to get him to stop, so I said that I thought he had broken my wrist, hoping that he would calm down. Unfortunately, that didn’t work and he kept on hitting me and shouting. He was extremely angry, getting out of control, and would not stop. He knocked me to the floor, but each time he did that I stood back up. I made a point of looking him straight in the eye. He did not like that, and he yelled at me, something like, “you think you’re a f***ing tough guy?”. He was trying to square off with me, provoking me and berating me saying things like “you want to prove how tough you are?” and “she thinks she is so f***ing tough”. The last time I got up, he took a step back from me and then headbutted me, hitting me right in the nose with his forehead. I staggered back, completely stunned and instantly felt a searing pain, my eyes teared up and my nose started bleeding. I was in shock. He left me holding my face, bleeding and crying. I thought I would have to go to hospital.
I resolved to leave Johnny in that moment. I told him that I wanted to leave him and that I would call the police if he ever touched me again. I turned to walk away from him but he came up to me and pushed me and again grabbed me by my hair. Just like earlier, he pulled me by my hair from one room to the next. He dragged me into the upstairs office and I managed to get free from him. I told him again that this was it, I had enough and I was leaving him. Johnny grabbed me by my throat, pushed me to the floor, and hit me in the back of the head. He grabbed my hair, slapped me in the face, and screamed and swore at me, saying that he was going to kill me. He was dragging me all over the carpet; I was trying to dig in with my nails to stop him and get free but I couldn’t.
He pushed me onto the bed in PH4 and got on top of me, pushing me face down into the mattress, smothering me and pulling out more hair. I was suffocating. I was trying to scream, hoping he would get off me, but I couldn’t even get any sound out. It was like a nightmare. I was panicking, as it felt like Johnny had completely blacked out: it was as if he had completely lost control of himself and nothing would make him stop hurting me. His whole weight was on me, and he put his knee on my back and his other foot on the bedframe. At the same time, he was punching me in the head, screaming over and over – so loudly, right in my ear – how much he hated me. The bedframe splintered and that’s all I remember. I have no idea how it ended. I don’t remember anything after that until my friend Rocky Pennington came into the room, saying “oh my god, oh my god”. I wasn’t in the bed– but on the floor – and Johnny had left.
Then look at the clip of her on James Corden's show the next day. Case closed, I mean - what else is there to talk about?
My friend said Amber seems severely mentally unstable and I agree. He didn't even consider it an option that she could be telling the truth. I do pity her to some extent because she must have gone through a lot to end up like this. I feel like she believes some of her own stories, too. She appears to be seriously delusional.
Edit: I should add, this friend of mine is a police officer and spent several years on patrol in a notorious "problematic district". He's responded to many domestic violence calls, so he's savvy in this area and has seen many victims first hand.
I'm just glad when this is all over. I don't see it ending any other way than in Johnny's favor.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm. As you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others.
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I do, too, albeit weird in a good way 
