Have you ever had to explain that you don't know why a deranged lunatic that you knew decades ago found your home and attacked you? Twenty minutes ago, I while have said "nope". But tonight I find I don't have that luxury.
"Ma'am are you saying a guy that visited your dead aunt showed up and broke your car windows?" The cop said incredulously.
"Look I'm serious. When that guy wakes up, ask him." I gave them the dashboard cam sd card. I was the victim of this crazy fuckwad. "Why am I getting interrogated?"
"You're not getting interrogated. I'm just asking questions."
*Ring* "Hello my son." I gestured to the cop to give me a minute.
"Mom, why is my friend saying someone broke into our house?" My son sounded stressed.
"It's okay Emmanuel. No one broke into the house."
"I'll ask if Uncle David will take me home."
"Just stay there. I'll be fine. Your mom's a big girl. I gotta go deal with the cops but I'll call you later. Be good." I turned to the officer. "Sorry my son got worried."
"It's okay ma'am. We swept the house. He didn't get in. We'll contact you for more information later if we need it."
"Okay thank you officer." I walked into my house and locked every door and window. Exhausted I plopped onto the couch.
"Is the bad man gone?" I turned. Ladasha... She sat next to me. Her face scared.
"He is honey. You know you have nothing to fear right?" I touched her cheek. She gripped my hand.
"I can't even hug Mommy and Daddy." She began to cry and I held her as she cried.
My heart wrenched. My aunt is dead. This little girl too. I cried with her. "It's okay, kiddo. You'll be okay."
We both will be.... I hope.
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