I woke up to complete silence but a screaming in my head that something wasn’t right. My eyes opened to the sight of two strangers walking through my living room. There was still no sound, not even the creak of their footsteps as they deliberately crept towards the door. I was instantly flooded with adrenaline as I shattered the silence with a single word. “HEY!” I barked, causing the eyes of the men to snap straight towards the source of the word. Dropping what was in their hands they burst out the door into the night. Seeing my pocket knife and cellular phone missing from where I had sat them, I sprang out up and gave chase. By the time I leapt off the porch the men were climbing into a black car parked down the street. I shouted, “I’m calling the cops!” As if on cue the doors to the car swung open and now there were five men running towards me. I turned and planted myself between the men and my door. Too late for words I told them, “I’m not going to warn you again, get off my property!” I slammed the door behind me and sprinted across the living room. “Tom! There are guys trying to get into the house!” My roommate, still in his boxers, stumbled into the room completely unaware of the events transpiring outside of his bedroom. Without a word he opened the door and stepped outside. Before I could get to the door he was already returning, but now his face was covered in blood as it rushed down from a gash in his forehead. His girlfriend stepped into the room just in time to see the blood reach his chest. “Call 911,” is all I could spit out between her screams. She pulled Tom into the bathroom and again I was alone in the living room.
I knew two things at that moment; I knew that we were in immediate danger, and I knew that the police wouldn’t be here in time. Placing my hand behind me, my fingers landed perfectly on the grip of my final option. I drew my Glock 19 and waited, finger straight and barrel pointed forty-five degrees down and forward. I faced the...
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