Chapter 5

Two years have passed.and my two year old son has the best mother I can be. I wish his dad was here. David Stanton, Jr, father and Susan Denise Graves, mother. Thats what the birth certificate says. He stays with a nanny while I’m at work. I’m now what is considered a 37 year old MILF. I have no boyfriends. No man has been inside me in three years, since my mistake with Jared. There’s only one man for me. I know that now. I wish I had been mature enough to realize it when it mattered.

I drove into work one morning and stopped at a red light. A car pulled up next to me. The passenger jumped out, opened my car door and pulled me out. I broke free and tried to run in my heels. I heard a bang, I collapsed with a searing burning pain in my lower right leg. I fell, looked at my leg and saw I was bleeding profusely from a hole in my leg. The impact had knocked my shoe off. The guy had shot me. Jesus, I’ve been shot. I tried to get up but fell again. I did manage to get up and hop away but fell again. The big guy caught up to me and stomped hard on my left ankle. I heard and felt the bones snap in my ankle and foot. I gave up. He said now you won’t be running anywhere for awhile. They picked me up and threw me in the back seat of their car and blindfolded me. I was in such pain that I didn’t care what they did to me now. A bullet in my right leg and a broken left ankle. I’m not going anywhere for a awhile. I begged them to give me something to stop the bleeding from my leg. I did my best to apply pressure to the wound. I heard one of them say, the boss wants the bitch alive. They drove me to an unknown location and drove inside a building. I screamed in pain when they dragged me out of the car by my broken foot. They threw me on the bed in a small room, took the blindfold off and closed the door. I was in severe pain, near passing out. I looked at my left ankle. It was severely swollen with an obvious deformity and turning blue. My right leg was still oozing blood but I wasn’t going to bleed to death. No exit wound. The bullet was still in me. I begged them to give me something for pain. No response.