A Girl Named Patches...Part 25

With no time to think about anything any more, I go for the woman who cannot see or hear me, yet, I continue to tell her to get out, get out, get out. I continue to say I will stab you if you do not. But, no indication she heard me say a thing. So, I used my rusty butcher knife and stabbed her in the back which was her position after going after ma. Then with one hand I turned her around to look at me and said again to get out of here or I will stab you again. Still she did not see or hear me and did not seem to know she had just been stabbed. So, I stab her again in her stomach. 

It was the strangest thing, because she still never saw me. I do not know what drug she was on, but omg is all I can say. Slowly she places what she had in her hand on the phone stand where she stood by as she was going to attack ma. Finally a reaction to the stabbing. She touches her stomach and then turns to the wall as to hold herself up. Her hand covered now in her own blood, she would cover the wall.

There was no time to do much more with her as this door was down. All was happening in truly fleeting moments. It was fast!! I knew I had to get back there. As I did, there was a 6'5" man standing there at the door way and ready to come in. My focus would now be on him and I repeated my chosen phrase, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE !!" Mind you I am with this orange shining hair... not sure if that is what caught his attention first or not. But, he then saw the knife. This knife would become welded to my hand and nobody was going to take it away from me, not easily. 

He looks at me and slowly turns to find the woman that they let come into the house first. She was trying to make her way to the door to get out. But, she was no longer a threat to me and I had to keep my eyes on this man. What was his plan? Did he have one? And, we look each other in the eyes as if to see each others soul. He knew not everybody in this house had ran out the door now. I continued to focus on him and repeat my plea..... but he sees this woman and reaches to help her out of the house. I let him as this is what my plea has been all along...GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND NOW..................... 

He helps her to the door and realizes that she indeed has been stabbed and yells it to the others just outside of this door. It would be worse now then before. More blocks, more gun fire. And not knowing about the front door being opened or not, I did not know who might have already made it inside the house. So with Glenn on my mind I make my way to the upstairs. The whole time blocks were flying in and just by an hair they would miss me. The bullets would miss me, just by a hair................. and I make it to the bedroom where I found Glenn in the corner. Hovered down holding his ears. Never moved, never cried but I am sure scared to what was going on. Somebody had to be watching over him to have kept him there and quiet and not in the line of fire as I was focused on the situation. Had Glenn came downstairs and distracted my attention, this might have ended up very differently. 

I grabbed him and headed to the bathroom just off this bedroom and found the door was locked. Who could be in there? I pounded on it and finally it opens. It would be the friend that came in at the beginning of this with Heath. He went to the bathroom and would stay there the entire time.

He asked me about jumping out of the bathroom window from them and he asked for the knife I brought in there with me. Right, I thought. First of all, go ahead and jump I told him. This was a very high two story house and why would I go out there to them? How do I jump with a baby? It was late at night now and the night was pitch dark. I decided to stay put in the bathroom with that door locked. The plan would be that they would have to take that door down too and when they did I would be on the other side with the same action plan in mind.

Minutes would go by and this guy did jump out of the window and I heard somebody coming up the stairs. Slowly walking across the bedroom floor. I could hear them coming closer and closer to the bathroom door. I placed Glenn inside the tub and thank God he was not crying. He would remain quiet.

With my knife in hand I went to the door and slowly placed my hand on the door knob. My knew plan was to quickly open this door and stab whoever was on the other side as I could hear them now just outside of it, waiting. As I was just about to complete my new plan, I hear a voice say, " Patches are you in there?"

OMG..........................my heart was in such a horrific state. It was Heath and I was seconds from stabbing him.

To be continued..............

Love "Patches"

A Girl Named Patches...Part 24

On this particular fateful night it was rather peaceful well for Ma, me and Glenn. Ma was sleeping upstairs with Glenn. Glenn was not two years old. Such a good good baby and Ma really took to him. There was no doubt she loved him and it was great to see that she did.

I would be in the living room with my orange hair typing away with the tv on when I heard some disruption coming from the kitchen. As I waited there cause I suspected it was Heath, Heath came running past me with his friend and ran upstairs to my mom. I had no idea what was happening but i over heard him tell ma that there was three carloads of people outside with guns and that they were all on drugs and they were there after him. His hands were still very swollen and he was unable to fight his way through this one so he came back downstairs and waited for the moment he could run out the front door. He felt that if he left they would leave and leave the rest of us alone.

But as he ran out the front door and they had the house covered with people and guns somebody saw him and yelled ,"hey, there he is!! " The others didn't seem phased and continued attempting to get in the house. Several were banging at the back door to take it off its hinges and others were taking these concrete blocks that were all around the house and throwing them through all the windows. Glass flying everywhere. Others were shooting their guns just anywhere they could. Still others took a full gas can and dosed it in in the porch and struck an entire book of matches to set the house on fire. 

My ma had no idea how to handle this and well, who would? She reacted with the moment and got on the phone by the door that was being beaten down to call for police. As fate would have it nobody at the police station would answer. It just rang and rang and rang. Thanks to God, Glenn was upstairs and never cried or tried to come down. He stayed put. 

For me............. I was usually always from the outside looking in to most of all that would be going on inside this family. I stood back watching Heath run, my ma panicking and what was going to happen next? 

We did not own a gun but we did have a nice set of rusty butcher knifes and I ventured to them to find the biggest rustiest knife I could find. Let me tell you in was a big one. I had to set my mind to the circumstances and follow through with what my decision would be. In my mind it was simply this. Anybody coming through that door once they tear it off the hinges I would have to deal with, with this knife. It would have to be quick as I know there are three car loads out there and from the concrete blocks flying in the house, glass every where and guns being shot at us, every second WOULD matter. 

Soon the door would break open and there stood a woman. I was directly in front of the door as my plan was I would be the first they would see and the knife I held was not hidden. I looked at her and excuse what I am about to say but it happened just this way.... I said to her: "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR I WILL STAB YOU....!!!" This woman was on some sort of drug I hope I never ever find. She never saw or heard me. Some how she saw my mom on the phone and she went to her. She had something in her hand but I could not tell what it was. I am still telling and yelling at her to leave, but nothing I was saying was being heard. It was as if I was invisible. Seriously invisible. 

She heads to my ma still on the phone and nobody answering yet from the police department. So, she panics and hits this woman over the head with the phone receiver and runs out the front door. To where I do not know. But now both Heath and ma are gone. All that is left inside the house would be Glenn and me, or that I knew about. How would I run and to where would I go and no way could I run with Glenn in the house. There was no time or way to run up and get Glenn and then run to where with a baby out into the open with what I knew was out there. So, I had no option. I had to stay. It wasn't like I was alone though and it wasn't like it was me that was facing these people. It seemed there was some sort of higher power there with me and the higher power was using me to stay and fight. Surely, I must have looked a sight with my orange hair but then again, this woman never acknowledged she even saw me.

I knew I had seconds to do whatever I was going to. The door is down and there is no time to ask politely to leave. There was no time to re-plan what I was going to do. I had to quickly take out whoever came in first, get back to the door to take out who comes in next. Still guns are being fired and I did not know we had so many concrete blocks outside. Amazing !!! This was a very big house and windows all over it...glass still flying. It was a life and death night, a battle was going on. How would this turn out?

Always believe in a higher power.......... it is real and it is with us weather we can see it or not!!

To be continued..............................

Love  "Patches"