“No! No! Help me!” I cried. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I just knew that the nigga was going to kill me.
I was calling God and whoever else would listen. “Somebody help!” I screamed with all the strength I had left in my body. “Lord, help me!”
God is always on time. I felt a strong push and soon realized that someone else had entered our tussle. The bald headed jogger had come to my rescue! With the extra help I was given renewed strength. I was throwing jabs all over the place.
Finally, Khalil released me. He and the bald headed guy were in a full fledged brawl by then. Khalil was beginning to gain momentum on the older black guy. That’s when I knew that I had to make a break for it.
I stumbled to my truck and hopped in. I hit the locks and started the engine. I backed out of the lot, without looking back. I thought about running Khalil’s ass over. I hated to leave the bald-headed man on his own, but I had to get out of there.
I was out of breath as I dialed 911. “Somebody just tried to attack me!”
“Where are you now, ma’am?” the dispatcher asked me.
“I’m leaving the scene right now.”
“Where’s the attacker?”
“He’s still at Riley’s park. A pedestrian stopped and helped me. When I left they were still fighting.”
“Do you know the attacker’s name?”
“Yes, his name is Khalil Hodge and he‘s wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. And he has braids.”
“Okay, well, I’m sending a unit out right now.”
“Thank you.” I said before I hung up the phone, then I called Jahrein.
As the phone rang I thought about how close my life came to being over. I was crying so hard that my words were barely audible once he answered.
“Hello. Raven?” I heard Jahrein say into the phone. I knew that he could hear me crying.
“Hello.” I sniffled.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me.
“Khalil just tried to kidnap meeee.” I sobbed.
“What?!”
“I was jogging at the park by the house.” I sniffed. “He, he was standing by my truck. He tried to force me into his truck. I think he was going to kill me.” I bawled.
“Where are you right now?!” he shouted into the phone.
“I’m on the freeway.”
“What freeway?”
“59.”
“Okay. I want you to get on 288 and drive to me. I’m on Cullen and Reed Rd.”
“Okay.” I sniffled.
That ride seemed like the longest ever. I kept checking my rearview mirror to make sure that no one was following me. When I pulled up at Jahrein’s boyTony’s house he was standing in the driveway. Along with like twenty other niggas. Before I put the truck in PARK Jahrein snatched my door open.
“You alright?” he asked as he examined my face. My lip was busted, there was a speed bump on my forehead, and a few scratches on my face and neck. “That nigga is dead!” Jahrein roared.
After my Benz was completely parked I hopped out. “Yeah, we should’ve been handled that nigga when you wanted to, Jah.” Jared said as he looked up at saw my battered face while going through the trunk of his car.
