Cop Shooting

        I was sixteen years old the night my mother got arrested and was taken to jail. Police officers were everywhere in our yard and inside the house. The officers had us separated so they could question us on just what had happened that night.

            The day started out just like any other. My mother went to work like she did every day. My brother was at work and I was home alone. The phone rang and I picked it up and said, “Hello?” No one answered but I could hear them breathing and then hang up. This had been happening for about a month. I had called the police and the phone company several times to see if they could stop the phone calls and they said, “There isn’t anything we can do but you can change your phone number.”  The phone rang again. I answered, “Hello? Hello?” The person on the other end said, “I’m watching you. You’re going to pay for what you did.”

            It was about a month earlier when I broke up with my boyfriend, Steve. I few guys from his neighborhood, Russell and Gilbert, used to hassle us all the time. Russell would ask me to break up with Steve and be his girlfriend. Of course, I said, “No.”  Now that I had broken up with Steve, he thought I would go out with him. When I told him no again, he said, “You’re going to be sorry.”

            Russell and Gilbert would drive by my house every day and throw things at my mother’s car or towards the front door. Items they would throw were beer bottles, cans, and rocks. Naturally, we would call the police and they would send an officer out to investigate. When they would get there, they would tell us, “We can’t do anything unless we catch them in the act.” I would said, “But, I know who it is doing this. I can tell you where they live.”

            That particular night, my mother was home from work and had answered the phone several times when Russell called. On the last phone call, she told him, “Stop calling my house and threatening my daughter. The police are aware of what you have been doing and if you don’t stop, you’re going to go to jail.” All he did was laugh and hang up.

            It was about ten minutes later, we noticed a car drive by the house very slowly with the head lights off. A couple of minutes later, someone knocked on our front door. My mother went to answer it, but no one was there. She closed and locked the door. Within a minute or so, we heard something hit my mother’s car. I got on the phone and called 911. We were hoping that the police would get there and catch them this time.  TO BE CONTINUED...

          

           You will have to wait until my next post to find out what happened.