Thanks to Blackrandi1958 and her magic editing skills. All and ANY errors are MINE
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KELLY SIDE OF THE STORY
When the shotgun blast ripped through the door, the lady behind me screamed and the child started crying.
The old man who had taken my bra went down like someone had hit him with a baseball bat, he tumbled into the big lady behind him.
The door swung open to silhouette a man with a big black vest holding a gun.
I knew I was gonna die and made the long forgotten sign of the cross taught to me in my youth. .
Suddenly, from out of nowhere in the darkness, Eric pounced on the gunman.
It was like watching some jungle animal as Eric emitted an ear splitting growl that chilled my bones. His lips were peeled back against barred teeth like a primitive beast.
Eric leapt forward sinking the serrated shard deep into the open V of the gunman's exposed neck. He clamped onto the guy, as they both fell entwined to the floor.
There was blood everywhere, but Eric would not stop stabbing. The shard broke off, but like a berserk madman, Eric grabbed the shotgun and started beating the lifeless gunmen with it.
"POLICE! FREEZE! DROP THE GUN! NOW!!" a voice screamed.
Eric never even slowed down his frenzied thrashing of the prone figure.
Two shots rang out, and Eric was knocked off the gunman's body, but like some zombie, he crawled back and began hammering the body with his fists.
"STOP! HANDS UP!" one of the officer yelled as they circled Eric with guns drawn.
The big lady stumbled out the door and covered Erics body with hers. "Don't SHOOT! It's not HIM! HE IS NOT THE SHOOTER!"
All hell broke loose as about a million men in every police uniform with every weapon swarmed the area.
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Three days later
"No, Kelly," said JoAnne
I was in the convenience store where Eric got his God awful coffee every morning. I was standing over JoAnne who was kneeling down putting packs of donuts in a display rack.
"God damn it, you dyke!" I shouted at her. "You cannot just break into my house and steal my animals! That is all I have of Eric!"
JoAnne stood up and put her face so close to mine. I almost gagged on her cigarette breath.
"Listen you cheating scum," JoAnne began. "Number one, I did not break in, Eric gave me a key. Number two, It is not your house, it is Eric's house and Number three, just the fact you left Eric's pets with no food or water for two days shows you cannot be trusted to take care of anyone or anything Eric cares about." She waved a finger in my face. "We all know happens when anyone trusts you with something important like marriage vows."
I took a step back. "It is not my fault. You know how crazy the past few days have been. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have to break into your own house because your husband changed the locks?"
JoAnne took a step toward me. "Was is it as bad as the embarrassment Eric went through when I told him his wife was a cheap gutter slut screwing a third rate actor?"
I took another step back. "That... that is between me and Eric. You had no business getting into our marriage affairs."
JoAnne laughed. "Good one, 'affairs' is a word that suits you. Seems to me your marriage ceased to be between you and Eric when you started fucking other men."
I stiffen my back. "It was only ONE guy...and I... I was in a bad place then."
"Bad place Kelly? Last I heard your place was face down in the back seat of an old car with you head on the armrest, while some random loser guy stretched out your asshole with his cock. Or was that your 'Good Place'? "
I balled my fists by my side. "God damn it JoAnne! You don't know shit!"
She snorted at me, "You're short on ears and long on mouth aren't you?"
I could feel my blood pressure rising, "You have any idea how hard this is for me!"
JoAnne sneered, "To quote actor John Wayne, 'Life is hard, but it's even harder when you are stupid'." She then added sarcastically, "Oh, I am sorry, when you said 'hard', you are probably talking about all your extra marital hard dicks."
Just then the chimes above the store door rang and two Metro Police officers walked in. "Hey, JoAnne, you got any Dark Roast?"
JoAnne waved toward a bunch of coffee urns. "Sure, Dereck, the last pot is fresh and just the way you like it."
I lowered my voice. "Give me back my animals or I swear to God I will have the cops haul your lesbo ass to jail."
JoAnne smiled widely. "Really? You want the cops?" She waved to the two Metro officers filling up travel coffee mugs and said in a loud voice. "DERECK! PETE! Can you please come over here and throw this whore out of my store."
The bigger officer walked over. "What's the problem, JoAnne?"
JoAnne pointed at me. "This hooker wants to turn tricks in front of my store. Can you get rid of her and make sure she stays away. I don't want her bothering any more of my customers for sex."
The officer put his hand on his handcuffs. "I need you to leave immediately and not return. Do you understand?"
I was going to protest, but saw the look on his face. I turned to that damn bull dyke JoAnne. "This is not over!" I hissed.
JoAnne dismissed me with a wave of her hand. "Yes it is over, bitch. Just like your marriage is over."
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ERICS SIDE OF THE STORY
"Eric, you gonna need to let her come in at some time," the nurse informed me while she changed my IV bag.
It had been a week since they had taken out my trach & piss tube, so at least I was could eat what passed as food at the hospital, I was a not a big fan of the bedpan, but the maze of tubes all around and in me ruled out any trip to the can.
"Thank you, Florence Nightingale, but I prefer not to be reminded what an ass I was and why I am in your tender care."
My nurse shook her head. "It was pretty bad the first thing you asked for out of surgery was banning your wife from the room. She sits in the waiting room every day. I know she hopes you will call and let her come in."
I tried to get comfortable, a constant task. "Yeah? Well I lay here in this damn bed everyday too. At least she can go get up and piss in a toilet or see her boyfriend, or have her boyfriend piss on her. Either way keep her away from me."
The nurse checked another IV line. "That is just the drugs talking, I know what a nice guy you are. Let me give you a hypothetical situation where you spoke to her for just a second."
"How about this, what if there were no hypothetical questions?"
Just then there was a knock at the door and the janitor from the shooting event limped in. He was aided by a young slender lady in her mid-twenties with long straight black hair. The high cheekbones and other facial features they shared made them relatives.
The girl helped ease him into a chair as the nurse left. He had a brace on one leg and an eyepatch over one eye with an assortment of bandages "How are you feeling, Eric?" he asked
I lifted my arm with its web of tubing. "Like Spiderman without any superpowers."
He chuckled. "I spent two tours running in the jungle with a green face and got nary a scratch. Now in my golden years, a door kicks my ass."