About 2 years ago I was living with my boyfriend who I thought was the love of my life. He treated me so good at first and let me be me and dress sexy and be my usual fun outgoing self. We dated about five months when my lease was up and he asked me to move in. I did and I was super excited about it even thinking this would be the man I would marry someday and maybe even kids and everything and I'm not that girl. I never really wanted marriage or a family that much. But then almost immediately he changed. Became very possessive and jealous all the time. Not wanting me to leave the house in anything remotely sexy. Always tracking my phone to see where I was and Spanish Inquisition if I was somewhere he didn't approve which turns out was anywhere besides work or with him. Started trying to keep me from hanging out with my friends. Always wanting to read my texts and check my phone calls. Even accusing me of fucking a guy at work if I would have to work late. He would verbally abuse me. Then the next day send a dozen roses and take me out on an extravagant date to make it up to me. The whole time saying he was just so scared to lose me because he loved me so much. His went on for about two months until I totally hadn't seen any friends at all for weeks. One Friday after work he was working late and I went for drinks with everyone from my office and had a few too many. One of my male coworkers dropped me off at home and my BF just happened to be getting home at the same time. He flipped out and called me a whore we fought for a long time and he even ripped my clothes off to look for any signs of sex. He ended up holding me down and having sex with me even though I kept telling him to stop and crying. He finished and was saying how much he loved me and he was sorry but he had to make sure I was still his after seeing me get out of the guys car. I was so sick and mortified and angry and felt so helpless and beat down that I finally had enough and I had some liquid liquid courage still. So I packed a bag to leave. He flipped out and started beating the crap out of me ripped off my clothes again and was trying to have sex with me again until I kicked him in his balks and tried to run. He tackled me and started hitting me. It was bad closed fist punching me. I'm 125 lbs and he is over 250. He threw me down stairs and I was able to get into the bathroom and lock the door. I was so scared for my life. Luckily a neighbor had called the police and they came. He was arrested and I was sent to the hospital. Fractured ribs and cheekbone and a lot of bruises etc... I moved out and haven't talked to him since. Didn't return his calls or texts or anything. His dad is a big shot lawyer and was able to get him out and reduced to a lesser charge with no jail time. But at least after a couple months he gave up and left me alone. Today I read a FB post from a girl I graduated HS with 14 years ago and haven't seen since. It was a pic of her with HIM and she was posting that they just moved in together. I felt so sick seeing that I threw up at work and wanted to lock myself in the bathroom and cry. My question is should I reach out to her and tell her what he did to me 2 years ago? Honestly I feel like I should warn her but I'm scared to death that he'll track me down if I do. Please someone give me some advice. I thought this was all a distant memory but I'm just a mess now again over all of it.

UPDATE: I contacted her on FB messenger and told her. She said he already warned her about me and that we had a bad breakup that I tried to lie about in the past because I was obsessed with him. I assured her that wasn't the case but his dad getting him out of the legal side doesn't help I guess. I tried and I hope for her sake he doesn't do the same to her. 😥😥😥