There I was, my 13th birthday and everyone
was bored. I had no idea what to do with my friends who came to my party. We had been watching TV for the past
hour and it was starting to become a bore. It was 9 o’clock in the evening and
we were not ready to go to bed. The sad part was we didn’t know what to do. We
all lived in a small dusty town on the Navajo reservation. Trust me there was
not a whole lot to do here; kids had to entertain themselves. Everything that
we wanted to do was 40 miles out of the way and there was no way mom was going
to take us anywhere at nine in the evening.
My
friends and I had a long day at the mall and the movies, all we wanted to do
was have fun for the rest of the night. I suggested going outside to maybe talk
and hang out instead of being stuck inside. Just as we started to walk towards
the door I whispered to my friends about the two-way aka a walkie-talkie. As
thirteen year olds, we were forbidden to have them because of the dangers that
it could bring. Obviously we did not care. We grabbed the device and headed
outside. We turned it on and right away we could hear people from all over
Shiprock were talking. Soon, we found one person to talk to. He hadn’t said
anything to alarm us but as soon as I started to feel the coast was clear, he
started asking me where I was. I didn’t say where I was exactly. I told him I
was near City Market, the town’s only grocery store. He then said he was around
that area. We freaked out. I turned off the two-way. We sat there for a little
bit, terrified. About twenty minutes had passed and we are still outside
talking and having a fun time. That is when we notice a dark figure entering
into our yard. I panicked, I told everyone to get inside my moms truck but my
stubborn younger brother, Xavier, stayed outside. The man approached my brother
and they shook hands. They started talking but as I was starting to think he
was about to leave, he came to my moms white jeep. He knocked on the driver’s
side window. I looked at my brother and he shrugged. I then knew that Xavier
did not know who this man was. Frightened, I opened the window slightly.
“Can
you open the door?” He said a little bit annoyed.
“Why?”
I asked cautiously. I remember the anger in his eyes as he glared at me with
hatred. I had no idea who this person was, where he came from, and what his
intentions were.
“Are
you guys from around here?” He asked.
“No.
We are from Arizona.” I lied. “This is my grandma’s house.” I continued to tell
him.
In
a sudden outburst he exploded with anger, “ We don’t fucking like outsiders…
You should get the fuck out of here outsider.” I looked around at my friends
who trembled with fear. They had tears running down their cheeks. This was a
mistake.
I
screamed,” We are only 13 year old girls. You should not be cussing at us!”
“
I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!” He yelled. I cried for my brother to go get
my grandma,
“Please let me go inside.” I pleaded the man. I
couldn’t handle it no more so I screamed to Xavier to get grandma another time.
“You
can yell all you want but no one is going to help.” He replied sternly.
I
opened the jeep door and then as if I were his own private punching bag I felt
the full force of a man’s strength hit upon my face four times. The pain
quickly maximized but to save myself I had to push him away and I did with
extreme force and I ran towards the door of trailer to save my life. Not
everyone was safe though; he stared chasing my friends around the back of the
house. I was mortified. I ran to the back of the house and let my friends in. I
locked the door. A few seconds later, he was there trying to get in. He yelled.
Then it was quiet.
We
saw him running away. By that time my grandma was finally awake. I told her
what had happened. I cried for her to call the cops. She didn’t. She called my
mom instead and she came home from a party, angry. I had ruined her whole night
she told me. When my friends and I had gone to my room. We were so scared that
we stayed up all night, waiting. I waited to see if he would ever come back.
That
was the worst part knowing that there is a man out there who would do that. The
best part is he never returned. That was a sigh of relief.
