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Here's my story from Sunday night:
I'm on the way home from taking Paris to her car at Nick's g-ma's after we had been to some party with Anthony&his friends and Nick and Paris. I noticed a car behind me somehwhere around Old Cahaba in Helena and they were slightly riding my ass. I didn't think too much about it and then as I'm about a minute from the turn to my street the dude flashed his lights and passed me and a few seconds after that he started braking and then finally completely stopped in the middle of the road. At this point, I'm thinking what the hell is going on? Does this guy have road rage or something? Then I see his little black figure running out the door towards my car with a gun and then I took off around him on his passenger side and drove as fast as I could trying to figure out the smartest thing to do and I thought maybe he wouldn't keep following me but sure enough he caught up with me once I turned onto my street and continued to follow me all the way down the driveway. As soon as I got to my driveway I layed on the horn hoping somebody in my house would wake up and that it would make the dog bark like crazy outside. It just had to be my luck that my cell phone wouldn't work. He was on my ass all the way there and rammed the back of my car too.Instead of stopping where I normally would I ran all up in the yard and stopped right next to the front porch and in front of the dog pin just knowing I was about to be shot and die right there in my front yard. He runs up to my window with his gun pointed at me again, mumbles something about my purse, I threw it at him and he ran off and about that time I heard gunshots and my stepdad yelling. I ducked down in my car and prayed for a minute until I knew he was gone. Hearing that was probably one of the scariest parts of it since I couldn't tell who was firing the shots and what would be happening once I got out of the car. I think my stepdad only got a few shots in the car; too bad he didn't get the dude.After that my stepdad called the police and I ran inside crying and tried to explain what had happened to my mom. The cops said there was a black Tahoe like the one he was driving that had been stolen earlier in Bessemer and that he was probably the same guy that ran up to some lady at her house in Hoover and told her he was lost and tried to get in her house but she beat him to it and locked the door.
Now I'm terrified to drive by myself at night. I slept(or tried to sleep)with my light on all night. I stayed at home for about an hour and a half by myself today before my mom came home and I was freaking out the whole time. There's no way I can sleep like this every night; I don't see how I'll be able to ever feel safe at this house anymore. I can't ever stay out late anywhere from now on unless I know I'm somehwhere where I can crash. Now I understand why it freaks my mom out when I don't come home until 2 or 3 in the morning every night because apparently shit like this can happen to anybody. There's way too much going through my head now, especially knowing the dude knows where I live, knows my car, has my license(which is about all he has since half my stuff fell out of my purse while he was running). I keep thinking about what would have happened if I would have gone somewhere else and my stepdad wouldn't have came outside shooting at him. He probably would have raped me and killed me and that would have been the last of me. Its made me paranoid as hell and I hope more people will realize why its not smart to drive around so late at night by themselves, escpecially girls.
I'm on the way home from taking Paris to her car at Nick's g-ma's after we had been to some party with Anthony&his friends and Nick and Paris. I noticed a car behind me somehwhere around Old Cahaba in Helena and they were slightly riding my ass. I didn't think too much about it and then as I'm about a minute from the turn to my street the dude flashed his lights and passed me and a few seconds after that he started braking and then finally completely stopped in the middle of the road. At this point, I'm thinking what the hell is going on? Does this guy have road rage or something? Then I see his little black figure running out the door towards my car with a gun and then I took off around him on his passenger side and drove as fast as I could trying to figure out the smartest thing to do and I thought maybe he wouldn't keep following me but sure enough he caught up with me once I turned onto my street and continued to follow me all the way down the driveway. As soon as I got to my driveway I layed on the horn hoping somebody in my house would wake up and that it would make the dog bark like crazy outside. It just had to be my luck that my cell phone wouldn't work. He was on my ass all the way there and rammed the back of my car too.Instead of stopping where I normally would I ran all up in the yard and stopped right next to the front porch and in front of the dog pin just knowing I was about to be shot and die right there in my front yard. He runs up to my window with his gun pointed at me again, mumbles something about my purse, I threw it at him and he ran off and about that time I heard gunshots and my stepdad yelling. I ducked down in my car and prayed for a minute until I knew he was gone. Hearing that was probably one of the scariest parts of it since I couldn't tell who was firing the shots and what would be happening once I got out of the car. I think my stepdad only got a few shots in the car; too bad he didn't get the dude.After that my stepdad called the police and I ran inside crying and tried to explain what had happened to my mom. The cops said there was a black Tahoe like the one he was driving that had been stolen earlier in Bessemer and that he was probably the same guy that ran up to some lady at her house in Hoover and told her he was lost and tried to get in her house but she beat him to it and locked the door.
Now I'm terrified to drive by myself at night. I slept(or tried to sleep)with my light on all night. I stayed at home for about an hour and a half by myself today before my mom came home and I was freaking out the whole time. There's no way I can sleep like this every night; I don't see how I'll be able to ever feel safe at this house anymore. I can't ever stay out late anywhere from now on unless I know I'm somehwhere where I can crash. Now I understand why it freaks my mom out when I don't come home until 2 or 3 in the morning every night because apparently shit like this can happen to anybody. There's way too much going through my head now, especially knowing the dude knows where I live, knows my car, has my license(which is about all he has since half my stuff fell out of my purse while he was running). I keep thinking about what would have happened if I would have gone somewhere else and my stepdad wouldn't have came outside shooting at him. He probably would have raped me and killed me and that would have been the last of me. Its made me paranoid as hell and I hope more people will realize why its not smart to drive around so late at night by themselves, escpecially girls.