So tell the story
It's a long story, ill preface by saying that I'm not from the ghetto and live in the country in north LA.
So I was about 8 or 9, my brother was 3-4 and dad would have been around 32 and mom around 30
Our neighbors sister has split with her husband and she and son (about 17) were staying at his house across the street. My Mom had worked the evening shift and dad had kept the kids, so I was asleep on the couch, dad was in the bathroom and brother asleep in his room. Mom got home about midnight and was warming food in microwave and hears a knock at the door and a woman pleading for her to open the door, so she does and the husband draws his 9mm and puts a round straight thru moms leg. My dad had heard the commotion and came from the back and my mom says "he shot me", dad pushes her down and slams the door. Dad then armed himself and my mom......with a .357 and .32 respectively. He then hauled me and my bro into a bathroom and told us not to move. The woman who knocked on the door eventually made it back to our house but she had been stabbed in the chest and later died and her son had been hit in the head with a pipe. The rest was a blur, my mom had the injured lady lying in the hallway doing CPR and I heard dad tell her if anyone came thru the back door to shoot them. From that point all I remember is mom telling the lady to "breathe and stay with her". The cops showed up shortly after and entered the neighbors house and found the suspect had blown his brains out with a 12 gauge.
It was a crazy experience......I was able to go in the house a few days later and saw blood splattered on the ceiling where he ended it. My dad has since told me there was no doubt in his mind that he would have killed anyone that entered the house without hesitation.
This was a long story to type on my mobile so excuse gramatical errors.
This post was edited on 1/14 at 10:40 am