Door cracked, trails of blood spattered throughout the house. Floor boards squealing and squeaking as to give off warning of an invader, but not enough warning. Heartbeat thumping louder than moans of pain, more blood but in pools. That's when I saw my aunt with the door half busted laying on her beat body where she tried to take shelter from her ex boyfriend. She was beaten with a metal pipe. This was the first time I had met her personally, because she posted she was under attack by her husband and all she had was her iPod to text on Facebook that she needed help. She lived right down the road from me and I remember sprinting as fast as I could. Today was the day I realize the government ...view middle of the document...
Trespassing charge. Months later, I was at her house, between then he had broken in many times destroying her phones, computers, her crafts and hobby collections. He broke in and started beating her in the middle of the night while I was spending the night to ensure her safety. My aunt was twice my size, and he's twice hers. I could bite, kick and scream as much as I could but it was not going to stop him. I took my aunts gun and fired twice in the air. She looked as though I'd had shot her, and he was cocky and thought a kid would not do anything with it.
He put my aunt down after holding her up to the fan and letting it bounce off her head and I shoved in right into his mouth. It was one thing to beat her when no one was around, but when people were present to be witnesses? This guy must have been as stupid as the police arresting my aunt.
I wanted to pull the trigger with all my might and watch him die. I never wanted to see bruises on my aunt ever again. I wanted to spend nights, paint nails, do hair, and make necklaces without watching her check the windows, doors, and every night sound in utter fear and despair.
I didn't shoot him, I told him to leave, and never come back or next time I would shoot him.
I meant it.
The police were called again, they already knew where to go, they were there so often, but never did anything. I beat my arm with a brick from the back yard until it bled. I hid the gun back into it's hiding zone, and told the cops he attacked my aunt and I while we slept. The cops had to take it serious now because I was a minor at the time. By law it was a 5-10 year sentence, just for the assault on me.
The gun was never mentioned in court, and he was finally put away. Though, it was technically on false...
