Ogen1o

The Raid

He had been eleven years old when it happened. All of a sudden, the front door of their old trailer flew right through the room, and the next thing he knew, four white men were crowding the small space of their living.

One of them spoke: “On the couch, kid! And don’t you move an inch!” “Cops!”, he thought, though no badge was flashed, and there weren't any guns.

His mother burst into the room, wearing nothing but a white undershirt. He thought he saw a blade, as she attacked the man closest to her, but he wasn’t sure. Everything happened so fast! The next moment, he couldn’t even see his mother anymore, as all four men threw themselves upon her. There was a lot of shouting and swearing, and he could hear his mothers voice on top of it all, piercing high: “Let go of me, pigs! What do you want?! He’s not here!!!”

The shouts turned into grunts, and for a short time, there was this silent struggle. Now, his mother was a very strong woman; he had seen her fight men before, and win, sending them home with a fractured jaw or a dislocated shoulder. But this time, the odds were stacked against her.


As the men finally got up, suits and ties all in disarray, his mother was left sitting on the floor, her arms strapped behind her with plastic cuffs, at the wrists and elbows. She tried to get up, but one of the men got down beside her, and put an arm around her neck, controlling her with ease now. Forcing her into an awkward squatting position, he gestured with his free hand.
"The hood, give me the hood!"

One of the others pulled out a black, thick sack and handed it over. With a swift movement, it was pulled over his mothers head, and tied off around her neck. Then the three of them pulled her up and flung her into the chair next to him.

The fourth man also got to his feet again, and said, straightening his tie: "OK, let's search the house. You two, if you even think of moving, we'll taser the hell out of you!" And indeed, he produced a rather large taser, and came over. He held it quite close to his mother's encased head, before setting it off, making her jerk away with a squeal of fear.

After that, the four men started to look for whatever it was they were looking for. In the bedroom, the kitchen, the living room. Meanwhile, they just sat there, with nobody paying attention to them.

Then, after about five or six minutes... they left! They went out the backdoor, down the stairs. He heard a car drive away, and everything went quite.

He watched his mom. She was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving, one of her breasts was hanging out of her flimsy shirt. Her blind head made small, jerking movements, as she tried to pick up clues. He could hear the leather of the chair creak under her naked buttocks, as she tentatively moved back and forth a bit. He watched her.




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