The masked men thought I was dead, and after they shot me, they carried my body, away from where I had been shot, farther in the woods. I was still in and out of consciousness, and I knew I could not move if I wanted to, the bullet was lodged in my spine, I was laying there, the mintues of my life ticking by. I did not want to die like this, I found myself covered only by a tan blanket, and my now blood stained clothes.
I was not ready to die, not ready to leave my little girls, someone had to help me soon.
I was relieved to find that I could move my arms, I felt in my pocket, the cell phone they had taken away from me, was once again in my pocket. They did not want anything to link them to me, and I knew that the police would not get any fingerprints off the phone, those men were to careful.
I wondered who would want to do this. These men weren't motivated sexually, they had not touched me in that way. I was thankful of course, but I did not understand why they had taken me. Was this like some kind of game to them.
I put the cell phone to my ears, after I called my husband. Praying that I would get a signal this far out. If someone did not get me, I would not make it. I was going into shock, and I was alone in the woods, no one to help me.
These men obviously wanted to make sure I was dead.
But why? I had my two little girls to think about, I had Jeff.
The phone rang, my husband answered, giving me a sigh of relief, but would he be able to find me? I did not know how long I had.
I told my story in bits and pieces, not even having the energy to cry, I was just numb, not only physically, but emotionally as well. I prayed Jeff would find me.
After I had to hang up with Jeff, I called the Paramedics, but it seemed pointless, I didn't really even know where I was at, but I had to try. for Andrea, for Shawna, for Jeff.
Lord get me to my girls safely.
The emotional numbness left, and soon the reality of all that happened, sunk in, I found myself crying! I prayed that I would get out of this alive. My girls mattered, and thought of not being there for them broke my heart.
To Be Continued