by Amy Caro

Created on: August 17, 2010

It was Friday night when Janet walked into her 2nd floor apartment, tired from her long horrible day at work. Her roommate Abigail said, "Thank God you are home!"  She looked frightened. Janet could hear the arguing from the apartment below. " I am going to stop seeing her and I am going to kill myself!", the man yelled. The woman could be heard screaming " Give me the gun!"  The next thing they knew they heard someone running up the steps to their apartment. Not knowing if it was the man or the woman or who had the gun at this point, Abigail whispered to me, " Let's get under our beds."  They then heard a commotion outside and peeked out of a window for a second.  The man and woman were in the middle of the street playing tug of war with the gun. Janet called the police and the only thing they wanted to know was what color the gun was. Janet responded in a teary voice with a lump in her throat and said, "I do not know. I do not want them seeing me looking out the window for fear of being shot."

Janet called Todd, a male friend of hers, and made plans for she and Abigail to rendevous with him at the bottom of the street. They ran down the steps with pumping adrenaline and ran. They got to the foot of the street just as Janet's friend was pulling up. Todd, who was approximately five feet tall,  jumped out of the car swinging a baseball bat and yelling, " Where are they?"  "Get back in your car and let's go!" Janet snapped at him. When they got to Todd's place, Janet called the police and asked them if they came by to check out the situation. The police this time reponded with, " Why aren't you calling from where you originally called from."  Janet again responded, "We did not stay there for fear of being shot."

Just then, Janet thought to herself, " My day at work was nothing. This is one horrible Friday night!" 

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