Personal Narrative: Rhoda's Home

It was just a normal night in the neighborhood, street lights on and all was good. Every night my wife and I sit in our living room and watch TV or just talk and look outside. There was very light traffic, I had only seen 2 or 3 cars that night. After a while we noticed that Rhoda had pulled into her driveway pretty late. I had forgotten to get my mail that day so I went out to the mailbox and waved to her. I went back inside and was going to get ready for bed. I took a quick shower and got my pajamas on.
As I was getting a drink from the fridge I hear some noise from Rhoda’s house, but I didn’t think much of it because I was so tired. About a minute later I hear screams that sound familiar. They were coming from Rhoda’s children, Michael
I quickly rushed the kids inside to my wife. All Michael was still saying was “He hurt my Mommy.” My wife hugged them and I tossed her shotgun on the table and told her to stay in the house with the kids. As she was telling Michael and Teresa that everything would be ok, I rushed out of the house. About 5 seconds after I walked out of the house, I see a woman collapse about 25 feet away from me. I ran as fast as I possibly could over to her, it was Rhoda. She was fully naked and soaked in blood. It looked like something from a horror movie, absolutely sickening. I knew it was my duty to help her, and despite all the blood i picked her up and brought her to my front porch. I went in the house and screamed to take the kids to a bedroom, kids should never have to see their mother like this. I went back outside and sat her on a the swing have have hanging from our porch. As I was about to run inside to call 911, I heard her mumble something. I turned around, she took a deep breath, and her last and said “Danny Padgitt. It was Danny Padgitt.” I grabbed a blanket and covered her with it and called the