Shot in the Neck
The people that showed up at the house wasn’t my mom, brothers and sisters, it was a guy Bruce who I have known for more than twenty years, grew up with his kid’s and later worked with him for a man named RL who’s house I was shot at by his middle aged son.
Bruce, who was also RLs son in law came in with his son’s and said RL just came and picked him up saying that his son Ricky who lived in the upstairs of RLs house was doing weird stuff all hours of the night and bringing people in at night, Bruce also said that RL thinks Ricky is in a cult or something and he thought that they was planning on doing something to him.
The deal was for us to stay the night and make sure everything was okay and find out what was going on if anything..
We all had our doubts about the whole situation because RL did just lose his wife, his home repair business was about finished due to various things including his age of about 75 years old, and he did have slight dementia at times which eventually ended his life, but he was the boss and we respected him even if we didn’t work for him anymore.
I also remember looking through the window one day a few years prior to this story while installing vinyl siding on the second floor of the guy Ricky’s room at RLs house and seeing pictures on the wall’s of devil looking figures and various figurines of the same type of thing’s and everything was red and black in the whole room, but that didn’t bother me.
Back to the story. We loaded up in R.L’s van and headed out to his house stopping to get some beer and whiskey on the way because we already had plans to drink that night, not for me to get shot though 🙂
We’re all sitting around drinking, talking and laughing including the so called cult man Ricky. Bruce and his son Justin are kind of questioning the guy Ricky about things R.L. said he was doing but in a joking manner and the guy denied everything and seemed okay with everything.
Me and Ricky was getting along and talking here and there, everyone else was starting to make pallets on the floor in the other room and heading to bed besides Me, Holly, Bruce and the guy Ricky. Bruce was getting a real good buzz and slightly harassing Ricky about the cult stuff and Justin was still there too off and on, but mostly laughing at his dad for messing with the guy Ricky when he heard them starting to get loud with each other.
RL was asleep on his bed and sleeping good because he said he hadn’t slept in a few days due to being scared of his son, but now he felt safe with us there. I walked out of RLs room to figure out where to make a bed on the floor or find a couch to crash on that me and Holly could fit on. When I came back in the room Bruce and Ricky was gone and Holly said that Ricky walked out of the room and Bruce followed him talking crazy.
I had to use the bathroom anyway so I headed back to the kitchen where it was. I could here Bruce babbling on about something back there also. The bathroom door was also next to the stairs leading up to Ricky’s room. Bruce was standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking up the stairs talking trash to the guy still.
I walked in the kitchen laughing a little, telling Bruce to shut the hell up all while turning towards the bathroom door and grabbing the handle to open it, but it was locked. I thought Ricky was upstairs because Bruce was looking up there saying stuff, so I took one step back apparently lining up perfect in front of Bruce who was still a few feet behind me.
Instantly the bathroom door busts open, Ricky raised one of the two handguns he had in each hand and fired that quick, shooting me in the neck. Everything happened so fast, the bullet hit me in the neck, spinning me around before coming out of my neck and popping Bruce on the head hard enough to knock him down.
I was standing over Bruce, he was holding his head saying I’m shot, I’m shot and I was like where and then blood started dripping from my neck onto his head, so he was like your shot and as I touched my neck and saw blood, the guy Ricky said NOW M-Fer’s, F WITH ME NOW. I fell down as I was turning in Ricky’s direction, he was now just standing there holding two guns on us in the back of the house.
I started crawling on my knee’s with Bruce crawling behind me and Ricky walking behind him toward the front room where everyone was, while still trying to hold my neck. Then Bruce said go man and shoved me real fast all the way too the front room. I made it to the front door but it was locked and Ricky had the keys.
Everyone started scrambling around the room for safety and my brother even tried to jump through a window that had been filled in with brick but the curtain was still there so it looked like a window there and he also tried to kick the door open, but failed.
By then I had grabbed a blanket to put on my neck because blood was everywhere, my girlfriend started screaming at the guy Ricky to let us out. Ricky was standing there holding the guns on everyone and everyone on the floor begging and screaming at him not to shoot anymore and to let us out.
Then all of a sudden he pointed the gun at me again with a crazy look. I said everybody shut the f up, they did and then I looked at the guy and said please Ricky don’t shoot me again, I said I’m dying, please don’t shoot, you got me, he just stood there still not saying anything.
Holly ran to RLs room to wake him up, he was completely puzzled and couldn’t get right at first, she tried to tell him what was going on and that we couldn’t get out, but Ricky went in there telling him we was trying to kill him and RL too.
The next thing I remember is Ricky standing over all of us with the guns and finally putting one gun in his fanny pack thing and giving the keys to Justin which was Ricky’s nephew. We got the door open and my brother Lucas and another person ran down the street to a pay phone.
I walked out of the house to the front yard with Holly helping me walk because I lost a lot of blood and was feeling weird, still holding the blanket on my neck. It took the fire department about fifteen minutes to get there and then another five minutes for the ambulance.
The fire men had me laying on the sidewalk, the bleeding had stopped, but I was still trying to watch out for the guy Ricky because he stood on the porch with a gun in his hand until the cops got there and processed the scene. I went to the hospital, everyone else went to the police station for questioning and a cop came to the hospital to get my statement.
I was released from the hospital within 24 hours with a prescription of fifteen percocet five’s. They said it was an in and out wound and the bullet being old and fired at close range made the wound cauterize itself shut. We went to court about a week later and I told them all I wanted was my doctor bill’s paid and forget the rest, that was that.
I went home and was in extreme pain for about three months along with my shoulder completely stiff and drawn up to my head almost and just stuck like. I didn’t have use of my arm and hand either, so when I would go to help my girlfriend Holly water and feed the animal’s I would put a bandage on the wound and drive the polaris six wheeler slowly with one hand.
The only problem was getting dust in the wound or from the sun beaming down on it while driving across the field, it always felt like a burning, stinging, stabbing pain whether I was at the house or sitting so I just kept going until I was better.
A couple of years went by, RL was then in a nursing home and Ricky lived at the house alone.
I got a call from Bruce telling me that the guy Ricky was found dead in his house near the front door. He had a massive heart attack and was bruised from head to toe by trying to get out of his house from the room upstairs.
