Well last night about 11pm I went through one of my biggest nightmares. I was sitting on my chair drawing as I do every night. My husband was fast asleep, he had work the next morning, and had to wake up at four in the morning. I heard a knock at the door. Now when my husband is asleep, I don't answer the door. Mostly because once he is asleep, he isn't waking up for anyone.

I had the light on and I was visible from my chosen seat through the window by our door. So I decided to move to the bathroom to wait for them to stop knoking and leave.. But that didn't happen. Next thing I knew I heard the window shatter, and four angry voices screaming out "It's the cops!" I knew better. I ran to my bedroom and franticly shook my husband, screaming someone has broken into our house,

My husband stumbled from the bed, and headed straight down our hall way towards the living room where the incident happend. I followed behind, but as soon as Dwayne stepped into the living room enterance, Dwayne was struck by the hilt of the gun. Three guys jumped on him, and then they noticed me. The man with the gun screamed at me, "Bitch get on the ground!" and when he did I made a mad dash towards the bed room, where my husbands cell phone was sitting, I immediately called 911 and hit send on the phone. By that time the gun man was right on top of me. He struck me hard in the eye, I seen stars but I knew I had to hold on. I heard my husbands screams of agony, and I felt something in me shutter. I thought they were killing him.

The gun man didn't notice I had already called 911. He started to unbuttion his pants, I seen it in his eyes he was going to rape me. And the next thought was he was going to kill me. I struggled, and he pistol whiped me, gashing my head wide open. I don't know how I got the gun, it happened so fast but I had grabbed it away from him. Instantly I pointed it at his fast and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. The gun was jammed, the reason his previous shot in attempt to kill my boyfriend had failed. I tried to get away, her took my flouresent bulb and smashed it across my face. Finally I was able to sling the gun as far under by bed as possible. This distracted him.

I made a made dash for the front of the house, only to be stopped by the other gun man (A person we considered a close friend.) He pushed me to the chair next to my boyfriend. I looked at him and blood was pouring all over the place. His nose was broken, jaw and shoulder. His ear nearly cut off. I keep pleaing with the known gun man, begging for him not to kill us. But luckily he had gotten what he wanted from us. He yelled to his partner to move, who was still in the bed room looking for the gun I had tossed under the bed. Needless to say the (known) gun man took off without him.

It was then we had to make our exscape. I grabbed Dwayne and screamed for him to run before the other man found his gun. We took off out the door, and jumped into our car and took off like a bat out of hell..

Well we call the cops and to make a long story short, the gun man could never find his gun her left it! Which means finger prints! He also stole my cell phone, and when the cops called acting like a common man.. He asked his name and he actually told the cop before relizeing who he was talking too! And it get more crazy. The S.O.B wipped his blood off on one of our towles and left it behind! Not to mention the finger prints all over the door and everything else they touched.

So my art will be slow.. My emotions right now are so tangled with fear and anger I don't know what to do. They were going to kill us. And the only thing that saved us was the gun getting jammed.. Besides that I am beat up pretty good.. But I told myself he is going to kill me before he rapes me...