I was a kid and these weirdo cops asked me for directions. Two weeks later, they were groping me at gunpoint.

I was 12, and walking home from school one day when a police cruiser pulled up next to me. Two officers were in the car, a man and a woman, and they were both smiling at me. “Excuse me little girl, but we aren’t from around here. Can you tell us how to get to *my street*?” I was immediately creeped out by the male cop. Something was wrong with his smile. But the female cop looked genuinely nice. “You mean *My Street* where the *Policeman* lives?” Both cops laughed and the woman said “Yes, that’s the one.” I told them it was at the other end of the neighborhood, and gave them the best and most direct directions to get there. I even pointed out a fruit stand to them as a visual landmark. The cops thanked me and called me “a sweetheart” as they drove off. I very quickly realized that the directions I gave them would take them clear to the other side of the neighborhood, and then they’d have to come back. I could have simply directed them down on street over and then down a few blocks, but my 12-year-old mind was still trying to process why I was giving them directions in the first place. Why did they ask a random kid on the street how to get to the house of one of their own officers? I didn’t think any of this was unusual until two weeks later, at 3am. The sun had just started rising, which made it possible to see through my sheer white curtains. Even so, I still couldn’t see the intruders in my room until they turned on the lights. Two people were in my room, shining flashlights in my eyes. I started to scream, but a cop’s hand went over my mouth. “Good morning. We didn’t mean to scare you, but we have a warrant to search this house.” I realized these were the cops who had asked me for directions two weeks earlier. I tried to sit up, but they told me not to move or they’d shoot. One of the cops was shining his flashlight in my face, while the other cop was shining his light up my nightgown. “Look at that” he said to the woman. “She sleeps like a little whore.” “She’s a whore.” said the female cop, smiling at me. “She’s a very bad girl.” I heard them fumbling behind their backs with what sounded like plastic bags. They were still holding their flashlights, which were trained on my face and up my nightgown. Neither of them were looking at their hands. The male cop reached forward and started to pull down my nightgown. “Don’t make any noise or we’ll shoot you.” he said. But he had already dropped his flashlight. He was no longer holding his gun either. I saw my chance and kicked him in the nuts. I kicked him as hard as I possibly could, and he immediately collapsed onto the floor. I heard a gunshot go off, and I thought I was dead. But I didn’t feel a bullet in me. The gun had gone off up at the ceiling. The female cop was still standing over me, but she was now pointing the barrel of the gun at my face. As I stared into the barrel, I realized the woman had dropped her flashlight and was also molesting me. It was her fingers I could feel rubbing up against me. I sat up as hard as I could and bit the woman’s ear. I bit it as hard as I could and she screamed. She still had the gun up to my face, and I was afraid she was going to pull the trigger. I don’t know how much longer I could continue biting the woman. Biting is painful, and my jaws were starting to hurt. But I continued to clamp down, for I knew my life was at stake. The pain in my jaws was nothing compared to what the pain a bullet would cause. But then I heard somebody pulling into the driveway. It was my Mom, and she was screaming as soon as she saw these two cops in my room. The woman cop instinctively cocked her head to look at my mother, and that’s when I was able to rip her ear off. She started screaming at the top of her lungs and tried to point the gun at my mother. She never got the chance. My mother shot her in the back with my father’s revolver. It wasn’t a kill shot, but the impact knocked her out the window. She fell to the ground below, shattering her ribs and fracturing her skull. The male cop was still on the ground where I kicked him, and he wasn’t getting up anytime soon. My mother told me he was dead for sure, and that she was about to call the cops. She also told me that if the local police showed up, to not say anything to them. And if they tried to take me away, I needed to try and escape immediately. My mom was basing all of this off the fact that the intruders were actually cops, and that they were in our house. She was 100% justified in making these assumptions, for we had no reason to assume that they were impostors. I still to this day have no idea how they were able to get an actual badge and gun, but these two cops were very real. I later learned they were a couple from out of state, and they were very sadistic people. My mom called 911 while I got dressed. It was 3:30 in the morning, pitch black out, and I was still in my pajamas. I ran downstairs and into the back yard, and that’s where I found the woman cop. She was slowly pulling herself across the grass, while moaning and calling for help. I stood over her and laughed. She looked up and saw me, and she told me she loved me. I still have no idea what she meant by that. She then asked me to get her a bottle of water from the fridge. I told her I couldn’t do that because she had a broken spine and cracked ribs. I told her she was going to die right there in the grass. She started crying, and at that moment I finally felt safe. This woman was a monster, and I had vanquished the monster. I did not feel any more fear or dread or anxiety after that moment. I watched her die right there where she was, in the grass. To this day, I don’t consider what I did that night as wrong. I was defending myself, and my mom was defending me. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, please do the same thing. Get that monster, or die trying.

I was a kid and these weirdo cops asked me for directions. Two weeks later, they were groping me at gunpoint.

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