Gangs in Los Angeles? Ridiculous.
I was in my old Los Angeles apartment (that I grew up in) except my mom was there, Willow(my 4 month old), Walter (my husband), and his friend Jamie. We were all relaxing and talking, when suddenly the side of the wall opened up, like a garage door, and there were gang members, leveling their guns at us. Walter and Jaime told us to run and get Willow to safety. (for those of you wondering, my oldest was at her other grandmas house) As we ran for the car, I could hear gun shots, and I felt heartbroken, I was sure my hubby was a goner. I raced out the front door to our armored car (we apparently have one) Then I decided I couldn't leave without him. I had my mom, Willow, and my aunt Stacey (who was sitting in the car the whole time?) wait while I went back in. I found Walter safe but wounded, so I dragged him to safety. Somehow Jaime was driving the armored car, and we drove away from the gang.
Conclusion: Unfortunately, we were only safe as long as we never went back into our apartment again, so we lived in the armored car. It was more spacious than I thought it would be. No bathroom though.
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