Page 74 of Life To My Flight

I hit hard, and I head the audible snap of the radius and the ulna breaking in the man’s arm.

Bile rushed up my throat, but I tamped it down as my flight or fight response started to really kick in.

Running back to my bedroom, I grabbed my phone and ran back to the living room with the phone to my ear.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the operator asked.

“My address is 3332 Point Dunes Road. Apartment 1C. Shreveport. Someone’s trying to break into my apartment,” I blurted out.

“How do you know someone’s trying to break in?” The operator asked.

I looked at the door, and something silver caught my attention.

A knife.

On the floor.

What the fuck?

“I went to open the door and the chain was still on. That stopped him from bashing my face in with the door. I broke his arm, though,” I explained quickly.

Why she couldn’t just dispatch units first, and ask questions later, was beyond me.

However, I wasn’t a dispatcher, and what the hell did I know?

“You broke his arm? How are you aware it’s a male?” The woman asked.

I could hear her fingers moving on the keyboard on the other end, so I hoped she sent someone.

Quick.

I swallowed quickly, trying to keep our late dinner down as I watched the door warily, too scared to actually go check to see if the man was gone.

“He yelled at me to ‘open the door, bitch’ but I didn’t,” I explained.

Sirens started to wail in the distance, and I started to breathe again.

“They’re coming,” I said gratefully.

“Yeah, honey. They are,” she said soothingly. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

I blinked, surprised at the abrupt shift in her demeanor, and tone of her voice.

“I’m Rue Loden,” I said softly.

“Alright, Rue. Well, just stay on the line. The police should be there any second. Okay?” She asked softly.

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Yes, ma’am.”

She giggled. “Good. What do you do?”

I knew she was just trying to keep my mind off of what was going on, but it worked. I calmed some.

“I’m a nurse at Christus Health,” I said.

Which reminded me that I had less than an hour before I needed to leave for work.

Mother fucker.

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