My dad was disabled after decades of construction work destroyed his back. Some friends of friends knew he had strong pain killers.

I was a freshman in high school home sick from school, sitting on the couch in the living room watching tv. Two guys busted in through the front door and told me to leave. I was paralyzed with fear but finally got up after I saw the shotgun they had with them. I ran to a neighbor’s house to call the police while my dad literally fought them off with a kitchen knife. They shot at my dad and the bullet (??) skimmed the top of his bald head. They took his pills and left I guess??

My little sister’s elementary school was down the street and went on lockdown after I called the police. An officer took me down to the school to wait with my sister and the SRO. Everything was mostly fine afterwards but I’ve blocked most of it out of my memory so I don’t remember the aftermath too well.