I crouched down to see which direction they had gone in. when I stood back up I was face to face with a red Toyota pickup truck with the paint falling off. This was the truck I'd been looking for.
This was the assailants truck I knew it was. I pulled out my notebook, and wrote down the trucks license plate number. C139K80 .
I did some snooping, and looked in the window , and saw a brown paper bag on the passenger seat. I wanted to know what was in it but I was to short. I heard footsteps behind me and I spun around. Here I was facing a gruff , scary unshaven man in his forties. He stood about 5'10 and was starting to go bald. He looked drunk and He was holding a rifle pointed at me.
"I'm sorry " I said carefully backing away.
He cocked the gun. The sound scared me.
"no" I cried but it was too late. I heard the crack of the gun and fell to my knees. The man being drunk , had misfired, and had hit my leg. My right leg had taken the bullet , right below the kneecap. My blood created a pool where I lay sprawled on the sidewalk .
The man came towards me but couldn't see me on the sidewalk. He moved towards the truck, climbed in and drove off. I had nothing to cling too, I could feel the pain in waves. My hand shaking considerably dug through my pocket to find my cell phone. My hand clasped tightly around it and pulled it out, I held it awkwardly to my ear. I dialed carefully so didn't drop the phone. The phone rang once before my brother David answered.
"David" I gasped .."please help"
"where are you?" He asked
" I found the guy who mugged dad" I said with satisfaction, before wincing in pain. "He lives a few blocks from our house." I was starting to fade out … " listen to me David, He had a gun, and He shot me. "
" oh god no" said David.
" David " I said. "I don't want to die"