Tell Me About the Most Entitled Person You’ve Ever Met

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs fast and I turned to see four guys in hoods, masks, and wearing gloves coming towards me. My door was open so I dropped my groceries and tried to slam the door behind me.

They got a foot in and managed to wedge through into my apartment. What followed took place during a period of about 14 seconds.

The neighbor across the way after the fire got a security cam installed outside their door as well, so we know the actual timestamps down to the second. I kept a loaded pistol tucked in a closet near my front door.

Irresponsible, I know, but I was younger and more naive than I am now. In the scuffle with the first guy who came through the door, I managed to reach my hand into the closet, find the gun, and push myself back and away to give us several feet of space.

I remember very vividly seeing all four men in my doorway and hallway. The first guy I had just pushed having been body blocked from falling backward and was starting to come toward me a second time.

I raised my pistol. This one was a Sig P226 chambered in 40 Smith and Wesson. Just as I heard one of them shout “gun” I started lining up shots and pulling the trigger.

There were no limb shots and no shooting to scare them. I didn’t try to wing them.

Body, body, head, as I had trained, as I had been taught. The first guy went down.

The second guy caught two of the through and throughs from the first guy before I plugged him in the forehead. The third guy stopped dead in his tracks before catching four center of mass.

The fourth guy was halfway out the door before I emptied the rest of my magazine into him through friend number three and whatever I could see and aim at.

Well, unfortunately the eye hole lived, but what that meant was that I couldn’t be charged in the most serious way possible for it. However, the first three recipients of my high velocity sleeping pills didn’t live.

The first guy’s insides were all over the second guy and the second guy’s were all over my wall. They were all pronounced dead on the scene.

The fourth guy was my ex’s brother. Of the three bullets that connected with him, one grazed his butt, the other thoroughly lodged itself in his right butt cheek, and the third one hit him square in the spinal cord right around the kidney area.

It shattered his spine and completely destroyed his lucrative career in competitive breakdance and bicycling. He was paralyzed from the naval down, had to have a permanent catheter to catch his pee, and a diaper for what was now the most useful byproduct he was capable of producing.

He’d never walk again and he’d never sleep with anyone again. When he was healthy enough to be discharged from the hospital, he was locked up in prison.

He was given three charges since he caught the rap for his three buddies getting unalived. He was also charged with conspiracy to commit unaliving, assault, battery, and he even caught the reckless endangerment charges for me discharging my firearm in an apartment complex with another apartment across the hall from the open door I was shooting towards.

He was never going to breathe free air again. I would like to say that this ended up happily ever after, that she took me back, that we got married and I adopted her little one and we had a couple spares of our own, but she didn’t.

Within 24 hours she declared that she was scared of me, that she did not want me anywhere near her or her child, and that she’d call the police on me if she ever saw me near her home or her place of work. Which sucked; I liked the Target that she worked at.

She called me every name under the sun and she accused me of sicking the cops on him to instigate a response just so I could shoot him. She ignored the arson, the vandalism, and the various threats he’d thrown at me in the previous months we were together.

I never saw her again. She blocked me on everything, her family blocked me, she changed her number, she transferred to a different Target, and after a couple of months she moved to a different apartment in a different part of town.

It has been 8 years and I still haven’t heard from her. I know she’s alive; friends of friends informed me she got married in 2020, had a second kid, and is happy, so more power to her.

I never got my happy ending or my white picket fence. Believe it or not, unaliving three guys, even for a person trained for war and conditioned for the possibility that one day he might have to do it, messes with your head.

Especially when you consider it happened in your home and not in Baghdad. There’s a huge mental and emotional disconnect and difference between unaliving someone for work and unaliving someone because your life was in danger.

I had PTSD. I couldn’t touch any of my guns once I got them back for a full year without having panic attacks.

The Navy was great about it all. They aided with the investigation, including that CEO who called me the Apex donut giving his statement of that morning I got jumped.

I was offered the chance to live on base with protective detail until things cooled down, but I declined. Eight years since then I’ve retired, and I’m now working in the private sector.

I have my own LLC making great money doing cyber security and site security consulting. Occasionally I go out boating.

My partner of 3 years is the most loving supportive person I’ve ever been with. I know they have my back no matter who tries to unalive me.

We’re talking about having kids before we get too much older. Life’s good.

But you know what really warmed my heart just the other day? A Google alert I set up 8 years ago triggered.

It was brother’s first and last name followed by the word obituary. It turns out someone in prison got sick and tired of the annoying white boy in a wheelchair talking so much crap and flexing on people believing nobody would hit someone in a wheelchair.

They used his wheelchair to unalive him and used their shoes to finish him off with a few good stomps. Of course, it doesn’t say that in the obituary.

It says he was a bright and lovable lad when he was young who fell into hard times in his early adulthood and landed in prison. The real surprise is apparently he is survived by a daughter none of us knew he had back then.

So sucks for her, but I doubt she ever got a chance to know him anyway. Honestly, that’s for the best.