Murder Mountain Read Online Free PDF Page A

my ears, I couldn’t breathe, and I felt tingles all over my body. I knew I was going to pass out any second. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Bobby grabbed my gun.
    Luckily, our weapons are in security holsters that make them difficult to pull out, just for this reason. He was jerking and pulling so hard on the butt of my gun, that he lifted me off the ground. His left hand was pulling on my gun and his right hand was still throwing punches at me.
    Now, he started screaming while he punched, “It wasn’t my fault! You think you can take me to jail, you fucking cunt! You ain’t takin’ me nowhere! I didn’t touch Lizzie Johnston! I didn’t touch her! You hear that, you fucking whore!”
    I had no clue what he was shouting about, but he obviously thought I was there to arrest him, not to give his Dad a message about a fucking dog. I didn’t think I could take another punch when I realized I still had my pepper spray on my belt. With my consciousness rapidly fading, I clamped my right hand down over his left hand that was on my gun and grabbed my pepper spray out of its case with my left hand.
    Bobby realized what I had just done, but didn’t have time to react before I hit the button on the top of the can. A thick stream of fiery liquid came bursting out of the can directly into Bobby’s face. It hit him right between the eyes, which is good because it splashed into both of his eyes at the same time, rendering them absolutely useless. I continued holding down on the button, spraying every part of his face that I could.
    Not two seconds after the first burst, Bobby screamed, grabbed his face, and fell backward. When he screamed I took that golden opportunity to spray the pepper directly into his mouth. He started gurgling as he went down, let go of my gun, and stopped throwing punches. He was basically falling into hell.
    Pepper spray is like taking the hottest Habanera pepper on earth, intensifying it two hundred times, and then touching it to an eyeball. The only problem with pepper spray is that it tends to overspray and splash. If the officer spraying is too close, as I was, she’s probably going to have it splash on her, and she’s definitely going to have to breathe the fumes.
    As Bobby was going down, he held his face and flailed his arms about as if he were reaching for something. This got the pepper spray on his face onto his hands, which his flailing about flung off onto me. Some of it got into my left eye, the one I knew was seriously damaged, and that was it. The last memory I have was a black boot crushing the side of Bobby’s head as he lay on the ground screaming.
    Then my lights went out.

Chapter Two
    When I opened my eyes, I could only assume that I was dead. All I saw was bright light. The only problem was that the stories I’ve heard of people with near-death experiences say the light doesn’t hurt their eyes when they look at it. This light hurt my eyes like hell.
    That, on top of hearing a voice say, “Shut those goddamn curtains!” helped me finally understand that I was still among the living.
    The voice was Eric’s, who rarely cursed except when he was stressed out or upset. The light dimmed and I started to see faint shapes and movements. Next came the pain. My whole body throbbed as if I had been run over by a truck. My head, thumping with blinding pain, was the worst. My left eye felt like it had some type of growth attached to it, living and breathing on its own. I heard beeps, long pulses, and a simulated heart beat. Now I knew I was in a hospital room, and that I was alive. I felt someone grab my right hand and give it a small squeeze.
    “Hey baby, it’s me. You okay?” whispered Eric.
    I couldn’t believe that I’d made it through that nightmare, but thanked God that I had. I have been hit, kicked, punched, spit on, thrown down, and had guns and knives pointed at me, but I don’t ever remember being as scared as I was right then. I wasn’t as scared