Drama

When we got inside she introduced me to the other two brothers as well. They seemed nice enough not to talkative. But that Kristopher on the other hand would not leave me alone. He was walking beside us and chatting non stop. Finally we went into the kitchen and sat back down with my sister. We were there an hour or two just catching up and chatting. It was mainly about her and the baby and how everything was going. I was excited to meet my nephew!
We started to get up to head outside to see if Paul had started the grill yet. But as we were walking out of the kitchen he came through the front door.
I looked up and he was stumbling in with only one boot on. He look a mess. My mom asked him what was wrong
“You left me outside all by myself. I almost died!” He slurred.
“What do you mean you almost died?” My mom laughed
“ My boot caught fire and I yelled for you and you did not come out there to help me.” He kept slurring and started to sway.
“ Well you are here you did not die. You are ok” She said as she walked to him to reassure him.
“ GET OUTSIDE” He yelled at her.
I turned and looked at my sister and she just shrugged her shoulders. I looked back and my mom was walking outside with him. I slowly went to the door then out to the front porch once they left the steps. I stood out there and watched. It just did not seem right the way he was talking to her. Regardless of our past and how she raised me. He seemed mean, like abusive belittling mean. After a few minutes I heard Paul hollering again about her leaving him to go inside to that good for nothing daughter that left her. Then he pushed her down!
As soon as I seen that I took off off the porch and ran to her. I got there just as he raised his hand to slap or punch her I don’t remember fully.
He stopped just before he hit me instead and he snatched my shirt and told me to move out the way. I yelled for him to go and leave her alone. Instead when she stood up behind me that was when he swung and connected his fist with my face. I was dazzed for a minute and looked back at him. There was just pure hate in his eyes. I Turned and yelled at my sister who was now on the porch to call 911. She ran inside. I felt my shirt being tugged again to the point where it was starting to rip. I started swinging my arms back trying to make connection with his arm to get him off of me. Finally my sisters boyfriend ran over there just as he swung and punched me in the face again. He pulled him back and almost sat on top of him to try and keep him down. As soon as her was down I turned around and started hitting him back. I was so angry!
After a minute of beating on him I ran to find my sister to make sure she was calling 911. As I was heading toward her I heard her boyfriend holler. Paul must have gotten up.
I seen one of his boys and he had a handgun out and was shaking. I told him to give me the gun and went to go take it but he snatched it back and ran off into the trees. At the same time the other two brothers were running for a truck and jumped in it to leave. I could not believe his own sons are bailing when he is beating the crap out of me and my mom. I finally seen my sister when I got through the front door she was on the phone with the operator for 911 finally. She told me they were on the way when I heard Paul pounding up the proch. I asked where mom was and she pointed to the bedroom. I went in there and looked the door behind me and found her sitting on the floor beside the bed. I asked her if she was ok as I was making my way over to her. She said yes and kept apologizing over and over about him being the way that he was and that I needed to leave. I told her I know and went to go get my phone but when I felt for it I could not find it in my jeans. I must have dropped it outside!
Paul started pounding on the door. My mom jumped and ran into the bathroom and shut and locked the door. I yelled at Paul to go away and that the cops were coming. He quit pounding for a second then I heard a loud thunk! He was breaking the door down. I waiting after the second time and right before he ran to the door a third time I pulled it open and he rushed past me. I went to take off but that big fat man was quick! He grabbed me as I rounded into the kitchen to go out the back door and slammed me down again. I was able to move and scramble out from under neath him before he could laid another blow to my face but this time with his foot. I got out the door and started yelling for my sister to call my phone so I could find it. I should have just left without the phone. I could have always came back to get it but at that time I knew I needed my phone before I could leave. I heard it ringing close to the shed.
As soon as I grabbed it Paul snuck up behind me.