My story takes place 19 years ago.
I'm a female and I was 16 at the time.
I'm 5'7", I was about 130lbs, and I like to think that I'm strong, but I couldn't take
on 2 young men.
It begins with my mother and step-father going away on vacation and leaving my 17 year old
sister and I home alone.
They did this quite often.
My parents were not winning any parenting awards.
My sister and I didn't get along either, she was a nasty piece of work.
Luckily, she'd decided to go stay at a friend's house while my parents were away.
I was nervous about being alone, so I had my boyfriend staying with me.
He was a pugnacious dick head, but I'm glad he was there.
One night, Brett and I were at my house, and we had just started messing around, when I
heard a really loud knock at the door.
My room was in the basement, but at the landing area between the stairs (you know how some
staircases are broken up, and there's a turn around area, that's the landing) there was
a window that I could see the stairs that lead up to the alcove of our front porch.
I could see 2 people standing there, and just as I was peeking out to see them better, one
of them saw me.
I remember feeling the breath sucked out of my chest.
There were 2 young men standing on my porch, it was almost midnight, and I had no idea
who the hell they were.
The guy that saw me let his friend know, and they both looked in the window and asked me
to come to the door.
My boyfriend had gone upstairs to open the door, and I remember freaking out because
I had told him not to.
He was one of those guys that thought he was Mr.Toughguy and believed he could fight anyone.
He was telling the guys to leave just as I joined him at the door.
They saw me and called me BY NAME and asked for me to let them in.
Brett told them to fuck off.
One guy, I think he said his name was Wes or Les, something like that, said "Come outside,
we just want to talk to you."
to my boyfriend.
I said "No, thanks, we're going to bed." and shut the door.
I was really confused and getting very frightened.
They stood on my doorstep for a few minutes, then started knocking again.
Wes/Les explained to me (through the door), that he was my sister's friend, and that she
had told him I was alone at home and that they should come by.
I knew my sister, and I believed them.
That did not, however, make me stupid.
I told them to leave.
They started kicking the door.
It was shaking and I seriously feared that it would not hold up.
I was so scared that I ran into my kitchen to call the police.
I was assured that they would be there very soon, and to lock the doors and stay on the
phone.
Meanwhile, Brett was still yelling at them, which only served to piss these guys off more.
I begged him to shut up, but he would not listen to me.
I was locking all the doors and windows upstairs, while Brett went down to check the doors.
Down in the basement, there was a huge mud room area, and it had a thick wooden door
made of 2x4 planks, kind of like a barn door.
The door had a big old lock on it, some spring loaded turn bolt, and also had a plank to
set across it, like a barricade.
One of the guys was pounding on this door, and Brett heard him tell the other to go try
the back door.
This stupid door was one of those 1960's things that had a happy little square window, right
at face level, with a little curtain across it.
I was at this door, trying to jam a chair under the flimsy knob when I looked up and
saw the unnamed guy just looking in at me.
I screamed, and the dispatcher asked me if I was ok.
I barely squeaked out that one of the guys was looking right at me through the window.
He was older than me, probably about 20, and he was tall, and he looked scary as hell.
His dark eyes were drilling into me and he wore this creepy, placid smile on his face.
I had never seen this man before, but he knew my name.
He tapped on the window with one finger, never breaking eye contact, and said "Becky, let
me in..."
I couldn't breathe.
The knob was rattling as he was messing with it, he said again "Let me in, Becky.
I just want to see if you're ok.
I just want to talk."
He stared at me.
I didn't say anything.
I was just 3 feet from him, with my back pressed to the fridge, when he suddenly started beating
on the door and screamed "Let me the fuck in this house!
If I have to break in, I will kill you both so just OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" he looked
maniacal.
Then there was a loud knock at the front door, and the man went silent.
He gave me the most hateful sneer I'd ever seen.
I heard shouting and he ran down the back stairs and into the woods along the back of
my yard.
Brett had gone to the door.
It was the cops.
There were 2 female officers at the front door, and one was just starting to raise her
voice asking where I was when I came to the door.
I was so relieved, I started sobbing.
I told them they had run away through the woods.
Luckily, the woods were not deep.
They actually ran along the bank of a large river and there was a bridge just up from
where the woods met the road.
One officer ran around the back, while one stayed to get a description and take my statement.
Officer #1, came back and spoke to officer #2, said she saw them running across the bridge.
They both left in a hurry, hopped in the cruiser and sped off.
I was still crying and shaking, but I was absolutely furious at Brett for riling them
up.
I went to make myself some tea, thinking of all the ways I could kill my sister when she
got home.
I had so much anger, fear and adrenaline pumping through me I could have ripped her to shreds
at that moment.
20 minutes later, the cruiser came back.
There were 2 guys sitting in the back seat and the officers wanted me to confirm it was
the right guys.
I looked through the window, and saw them.
They still looked terrifying to me.
They were in cuffs, and could not get to me, but I would not get close to them.
Neither would look at me.
I confirmed it was them, and we spoke a bit.
I told the cops about my sister "suggesting" that these 2 men should come see me.
Officer #2 kind of mumbled "What a bitch."
I had to agree.
I pressed charges for attempted forcible entry, property damage (they had broken a window
in the living room), tresspassing, disorderly conduct and attempted assault.
Initially they both plead not guilty, but later admitted to some of the charges.
They both got 18 months in jail and were forbidden to contact me or my boyfriend ever again,
and to be at least 500 meters from me at all times.
I never heard from them again.
I confronted my sister about it, and of course she denied it, then laughed about it.
Laughed at me.
She was an awful person.
I have no idea what their true intentions were, as they maintained that they were just
there to talk to me.
I'm thankful I didn't have to find out.
Before I start, I just want to acknowledge the fact that I was really stupid as a teenager
so I had little to no good judgment.
I'm a female and this happened when I was 15.
At the time I had run away from home with a friend, Kate.
Kate and I were "burn outs," as in only caring about smoking pot or drinking alcohol.
I can't remember which city this happened since it was about 6 years ago and like I
said, we were burn outs.
This place was right next to a densely forested hill and Kate was always looking for new "boyfriends."
I didn't like sleeping with guys, but I never judged her.
To each his own, right?
She found a new guy who I think was actually 19 or 20 and who's name I can't recall so
I'll call him Josh (I know it's statutory rape but at the time I didn't care what Kate
did).
I can't remember what events lead up to this, but it was late at night and the mountain
place looked amazingly creepy.
Josh said he could get us pot from one of his friends so we proceed to wait outside
for the drop-off.
A crappy old 2-door car pulls up to us and Josh greets his friend while Kate and I stay
back.
Josh tells us that his friend has the stuff at his house.
Us being dumb, take it as no big deal and agree to get into the car.
Kate and Josh sit in the back seat leaving me to sit in the front.
Since I get in last, I hadn't gotten the chance to see the driver.
But holy crap, I mean I had bad judgment, but this guy...
This guy was the full-blown stereotypical tweaker.
Due to this, I'll refer to him as Tweek (like from South Park).
He looked to be in his late 20s, lanky with sunken cheeks, and his eyes...
I'll never forget his eyes.
His eyes were bulging out so much I thought he had a medical condition.
Tweek didn't smell grotesque like filth, he smelled like chemicals.
It was as if he bathed in bleach and gasoline.
I figured he sniffed chemicals, which was normal for me to meet people who did.
I tried to ignore all of this but once I sat down Tweek would not keep his eyes off me.
Even when Josh was having small talk with him, Tweek just kept his eyes on me.
I avoided eye contact and sat looking straight ahead.
As he drove, I could still feel his eyes on me.
We drove up towards the hill and I was still on full-alert.
Tweek began talking in weird phrases to Josh, I can't remember what he was saying, but I
remember I couldn't understand what slang he was using.
We stop at a poorly lit street and Tweek steps out and says he'll be back while still staring
at me.
Once Tweek is out of sight, Josh tells me we have to leave with a stern voice.
I took this seriously since Josh never spoke in this tone in the time I knew him and since
he told me and not Kate (I was more level-headed than she).
I swiftly get out and pull Kate out as well.
Josh gave me a look of horror and said something along the lines of "I'm sorry but we need
to get out of here NOW."
I knew exactly why.
Tweek wanted me as payment.
I yank Kate out the dimly lit street up towards the steeped hill and into the cover of the
trees.
Josh and I are ahead while Kate struggles to catch up due to the rocky ground.
It felt like forever, but I think just a minute passed until we heard yelling from Tweek and
the sound of someone pursuing behind us.
I felt like I went on autopilot as I ran faster and harder.
I was, and still am, a good runner.
Josh kept up but Kate kept asking for us to stop.
I stop for Kate cause I was scared that Tweek would get her.
I couldn't hear or see him anymore so we rest and wait to hear for anything.
The only noise is that of crickets and of our heavy breathing.
Josh figures it's safe now and leads us down the hill slowly as to not make a sound.
We stay close to the few houses but stay off the road in case we encounter Tweek on our
way down.
We reach the house we were staying at without further incident.
I glad it didn't take a worse turn.
I didn't know all the tall tell signs of methamphetamine users, but as I encountered more users and
learned more about illegal drugs in college courses, I'm certain he was
a user.
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