When my son called me in a panic saying his mom was screaming and unknown voices were laughing in our house, I raced home fearing the worst. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what was going on in my bedroom. My day started perfectly normal.
I was clicking away at my desk, trying to look for a missing file, when my phone started buzzing with a text. I glanced briefly and realized it was Luke, my eight-year-old kid. Turns out, he had already tried to call me around 10 times.
Kids these days hate talking on the phone, so I was already freaked out when I called him back. “Daddy, please come home!! Mom is screaming!”
“Slow down, buddy.
What’s happening?”
“Daddy, I don’t know what to do. I just came home and now I hear mom screaming in her room!”
“Why didn’t you go into her room?” I asked. “I’m too scared to go inside.
I hear other voices in there!”
“Okay, okay! Stay in your room. Lock the door!
I’ll call your mom,” I said, trying not to panic, and hung up. I searched for my wife Nikkie’s number quickly, but the call went straight to voicemail. Great.
That wasn’t like her. We had a child. We were never supposed to turn off our phones!
So I just made a split-second decision to call the cops as I picked up my wallet and jacket, rushing out of the office. I told 911 that intruders were at my house and to please get there quickly. Getting my car, I raced home, still calling Nikkie and getting more worried by the second.
When I arrived, I saw that the cops still hadn’t made it. But I couldn’t wait. In the back of my head, I thought the worst.
Images of Nikkie’s tear-stained face rushed through me, and the other voices Luke had mentioned… well, something terrible must be happening to my wife in there. For the first time in my life, I wished we had a weapon at home. We didn’t even have a baseball bat because Luke was into football and basketball.
Finally, I decided that whatever awaited me inside would have to be faced bare-handed. So, I kicked the door open, not knowing what I would see. First, I heard a loud, piercing female scream.
And second, I saw her face. Air rushed out of my body like a deflating balloon. It was her sister, Diana, having a… let’s call it a “party” with two guys.
In my room. In my bed. Not exactly the family gathering you’d expect.
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