All is NOT well in Larsonville
Well, the night started out like any other. I went down the street to visit with the green chair gang, right after Kim and Ross got back from picking up Meghan. Came home, read, gossiped, surfed the net...the usual. Tried to go to bed about five times and couldn't fall asleep.
I was lying across the bed reading, Kim had just got up to fix Meg a bottle...Ross was asleep. I hear Kim saying "Hello...Hello....OH MY GOD!!!! CAROLYN SOMEONE IS IN THE HOUSE!" I hear someone running past my bedroom door. Then the back door slams. Kim is hysterical, screaming for me to call the cops. I am frozen, and can't think straight for a minute. I do the one thing my body tells me to do, and push my body up against the door. I rush over to my window seconds later, and look out. There are eyes looking back at me, and I am scared. This kid is only that; a kid, but he looks pissed. He stands there for a minute, and then disappears into the darkness.
I am screaming for Ross to wake his ass up and do something, not knowing that he chased the kid through the house wrapped in a blanket. I find the phone on my bed and call 911. The MP's take about 15 minutes to get to my house. No hurry boys, someone just waltzed right in and was standing in my hall way in between my bedroom and hers. Not a big deal. There wasnt a four month old infant in there or anything. Cocks.
Ross had just woke up when Kim brought in Meghan her bottle. It was about 5:50am. He sees a shadow on my door and thinks its me. Its not. The fucking asshole actually peeked his head around the corner and locked eyes with Ross. What balls this kid has. Now at this point I am MAD. Pissed even. I shouldnt be this afraid in base housing. Its not right. The MP who took our statements was a nice kid though. A PFC, not even in the Army a year yet. He told me to invest in a bat. I shouldn't have to. I told him next time I will be ready, for the Ginsu knife will be accompanying me to bed from now on. There had BETTER not be a next time. I am so fucking irate that I have to be this scared in base housing!
The lights were on, and the back door was unlocked, (I had JUST let Hershey out 15 minutes prior to the incident) and this fool just walks right in. He was probably standing next to the back french doors watching Kim make the damn bottle. Ross saw him not two minutes later. Bad assed Kid. Thank God Ross was here. I hate to think of the what if's. I mean Christ, he came right back to the bedrooms.
I should never have come back here. I am not safe. Kim is not safe. Noone is. Fuck this. I want to get some cheese saved and move downtown, where this kind of thing is at least expected. Anticipated even.
SO thats that, and I have yet to go to sleep, but who could blame me?
I was lying across the bed reading, Kim had just got up to fix Meg a bottle...Ross was asleep. I hear Kim saying "Hello...Hello....OH MY GOD!!!! CAROLYN SOMEONE IS IN THE HOUSE!" I hear someone running past my bedroom door. Then the back door slams. Kim is hysterical, screaming for me to call the cops. I am frozen, and can't think straight for a minute. I do the one thing my body tells me to do, and push my body up against the door. I rush over to my window seconds later, and look out. There are eyes looking back at me, and I am scared. This kid is only that; a kid, but he looks pissed. He stands there for a minute, and then disappears into the darkness.
I am screaming for Ross to wake his ass up and do something, not knowing that he chased the kid through the house wrapped in a blanket. I find the phone on my bed and call 911. The MP's take about 15 minutes to get to my house. No hurry boys, someone just waltzed right in and was standing in my hall way in between my bedroom and hers. Not a big deal. There wasnt a four month old infant in there or anything. Cocks.
Ross had just woke up when Kim brought in Meghan her bottle. It was about 5:50am. He sees a shadow on my door and thinks its me. Its not. The fucking asshole actually peeked his head around the corner and locked eyes with Ross. What balls this kid has. Now at this point I am MAD. Pissed even. I shouldnt be this afraid in base housing. Its not right. The MP who took our statements was a nice kid though. A PFC, not even in the Army a year yet. He told me to invest in a bat. I shouldn't have to. I told him next time I will be ready, for the Ginsu knife will be accompanying me to bed from now on. There had BETTER not be a next time. I am so fucking irate that I have to be this scared in base housing!
The lights were on, and the back door was unlocked, (I had JUST let Hershey out 15 minutes prior to the incident) and this fool just walks right in. He was probably standing next to the back french doors watching Kim make the damn bottle. Ross saw him not two minutes later. Bad assed Kid. Thank God Ross was here. I hate to think of the what if's. I mean Christ, he came right back to the bedrooms.
I should never have come back here. I am not safe. Kim is not safe. Noone is. Fuck this. I want to get some cheese saved and move downtown, where this kind of thing is at least expected. Anticipated even.
SO thats that, and I have yet to go to sleep, but who could blame me?