The gun is going off directly at the woman. Dazed, shocked, and astonished I froze. I stood standing there by bush not moving or even thinking to run for safety. I am looking at them and I realize I needed to run into the house. It was the sound of the man's voice, which made me move. He had a deep tone of voice and he is yelling with anger. "Come back here you bitch! (Bang, bang.) When I get you, you are going to die (bang.)." The woman screaming for help. My brother and I run towards the house and even before I reached the red porch to get inside the house I tripped over my slippers and almost fell. I didn't look back I kept running, trying to get into the house. Soon as I got to the door I grabbed the door and almost shut my brother outside. My brother screamed, "Wait for me, don't shut that door on me, you dumbass! Are you trying to leave me out here to get shot at?" .
As we got into the house I screamed at the top of my lungs for my grandmother. I told her not to go outside or even look out the window because there is a man with the gun shooting at some woman. My grandmother being stubborn that she is peeps out the window anyways, after I had told her not to look out the window. So scared, I ran all over the house shutting every window and locking it. I even put the television on mute. Hours later several police cars was outside. They blocked the whole street and they went around asking the neighbors if they had heard or seen anything. The doorbell rings, I peep through the keyhole an I see and officer at the door. I ignore to open the door. Peeping out the living room window I could here a conversation from the officers saying that they will stay on the block until a lot of evidence is gathered. I see one officer across the street bending down with his flashlight picking up something and placing it into a plastic bag. I assume it would be the bullet shells. The hard part was finding all of the bullet shells because across the street is my friends house.