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 | my swat team story. worth ready i promise!
entry by bigXmack
1/25/2012 8:53 PM
| just thought i would share this. i wrote this paper for my english class contest. i won $150 for this. the entire story is true. every detail.
No Time to Think
First Words
At the time, my ex-girlfriend Sarah and I were not even dating. We had just started becoming friends and were flirting a lot. One night I was talking to her for a few hours when she suddenly stopped texting me back. I assumed she had fallen asleep because it was late. Suddenly Sarah flooded my inbox with hate messages about her mom. This was the first time something like this had come up.
One message pretty much reflected what was unraveling; “I fucking hate her so much; she is trying to ruin my life.” An hour went by, and I continued to call her and message her, trying to find out what was going on. But I got no response. I then received a phone call that would stick in my memory. I could not understand what she was saying because she was crying so badly. “She fucking killed herself!......It’s……It’s all my fucking fault……I’m always such a bitch to her!……she overdosed!” During the conversation it was as if I was not speaking because she continued to talk and cry uncontrollably. To this day, I cannot recall what I said to her.
Shock
After a day of being left in the dark, I received another call from Sarah. “They were able to stabilize her…… She is still really sick and they don’t know if she will make it…… No, it’s okay. I just want to be with my sister…… No, I don’t need anything…… She overdosed on heroine…… Sorry, I have to go.” Living in Naperville, which is a nice suburb, my entire life, I had never experienced something like this. It really shocked me. I knew people drank and smoked weed in my neighborhood, but I never would have thought hard drugs would be there.
Recovery
She explained to me how her mom was very unstable and had very deep-rooted problems. She told me her doctors pinpointed the trigger of her anger to be when her daughters fight. It all made sense when she explained that. It all started with Sarah and her sister fighting. Her mom had overheard the screaming, which had triggered her into a rage. The rest is history. A month in the hospital and it seemed her mom was going to make it. She was conscious and doing well in recovery. I still had not met her at this point, but I sent her flowers a few times to make her feel better. Sarah and I were very close and were dating during this time.
Relapse
We were six months into our relationship and everything was going great. One afternoon I drove over to her house to hang out for a few hours before I hung out with my friends. We were making macaroni salad, and everything was going well. Her sister came in and started to talk to us about the huge blizzard that had happened the day before. This simple conversation turned into a massive fight between the two sisters. This was nothing out of the ordinary for me. I had been through this routine many times. All I could do was try and pull Sarah away from her sister so they would stop fighting. It appeared that my action was working because her sister stormed upstairs. I thought it was over, and I was comforting Sarah. A few moments later, I could hear her sister screaming about what Sarah had said to her. Once I heard this, I knew trouble was coming.
Suddenly her sister started screaming. “Don’t fucking touch me, you bitch!”
Her mom yelled back, “I’m going to fucking kill all of you, you fucking cunts!” Sarah tried to run upstairs to prevent her mom from hitting her sister, but I held her back, knowing things were about to get bad. I saw her sister come running down the stairs crying and screaming. I thought she was coming to fight Sarah, so I started to pull her into this back room. When I was about ten steps from the door, her mom came into the kitchen completely naked. She grabbed three knives, one butcher knife and two other large knives. For a second, time seemed to stop as I realized how serious this situation had become. I locked eyes with her mom. I saw the look of an animal ready to kill. I did not feel fear; all that I felt was a sense of urgency. The stare-down lasted less than a second, but felt like it went on for minutes.
Her mom broke eye contact and looked at Sarah. I could almost see her thought process as her legs started to flex, signifying she was coming at us. In an instant I threw Sarah into the backroom and grabbed her sister, pulling her back with me into the room before her mom could even take a step. I had already locked the door and put a chair against it to keep it shut by the time I heard three steps, then a crash as she slammed into the door “Let me in the room, you fucking little shits!” My muscles began to tighten as I realized I had to protect the ones I cared about regardless of the cost. The best option I had was to call the police; however, I had never known the actual address to her house; I just knew where it was. When the police requested the address, somehow I already knew it and gave it to them. Meanwhile her mom figured out I was calling the cops and ceased to try and get in. I heard her scramble to get upstairs. As I explained the situation to the 911 operator, I was tasked with comforting both the girls in the room while keeping my weight against the door to keep it shut.
The Entry
Twenty minutes went by, and I started to get angry because the police were not here yet. Just as that thought crossed my mind, I heard “Naperville police! Open the door!”
The reply from her mom was “Go the fuck away!” I felt this was not going to end well. I could hear the SWAT team break down the door and start to clear the house.
“Get the fuck out!” her mom screamed.
“Clear! Clear! Clear!” I knew the SWAT team was getting close to clearing our room. However, my mind and body were still ready to fight. I did not budge an inch when I heard “Naperville police open the door!” I just waited. I could hear through the walls that they were about to knock down the door. I moved both the girls and myself away. Three men with shotguns and pistols came rushing in to clear the room. I hadn’t realized this, but subconsciously I had picked up a metal pipe from a broken bed in the room to defend myself. The SWAT team saw this as a threat.
“Put the weapon down now!”
As my mind began to realize I was not in danger, I released the death grip I had on the girls and the metal pole. Before the pole landed there were officers on me handcuffing me. My body was not ready for this, however. As I was being handcuffed, I began to struggle. I can’t tell why I did this; it was just my reaction. As I was on the floor, I could hear the negotiator talking to her mom. It seemed she was calming down and had decided to give up.
Looking Back
After talking to the family, the police found that I was not a threat but that I was protecting the ones I cared about, so I was released. Her mom was taken peacefully and was put in jail for three days. The state tried to charge her with attempted murder. However, the charges fell through because there were no “witnesses”. I refused to testify at the request of the family. I will never get the image of the animalistic look in Sarah’s mom’s eyes out of my head. Although I am only 18, I feel I have been given something most people don’t find until they are much older. I was given the chance to see how I react when there is no time to think.
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