At 11:30, we received a phone call that my oldest son was in the ER and that they needed some information from me. After a few minutes of answering questions, I told them no more until I found out what was going on. My first thought was that his asthma had kicked up again, no, he was in an altercation and was stabbed
I've told you about the kid that stold his girlfriends, dads truck and the trouble he has been in before. Well, after they all went to jail that Friday, my son has stopped all communication with him, as much as the little creep would allow. He's been calling my son and harrassing him, has tried to get him kicked out of his place, as his mom is friends with the landlord, and other things. Well, they were both at a mutual friends house and the kid started with his girlfriends brother, then another friend, and when he was beating the crap out of the friend, my son grabbed him and tried to get him off. Still a little sketchy on what all went on, but, my son said that the kid turned on him, they started fighting, I know that at one point the kid had my son down and BIT him on the face
and had his hands around his throat. It went outside somehow and then fell down the steps and went on for a while. The kid finally took off, with his girlfriend, oh yeah, she punched my son in the head at some point through this, anyway, my son realized his shirt was wet and found blood, the parent that came out and called 911. He was stabbed in the left portion of his back. Thankfully, it didn't hit his kidney. Had it been even a little bit deeper it would have, or, and couple of inches up, it could have hit his lung or heart. I don't know if this kid was caught yet or not, but, I'm scared to death of my son going home. We brought him home with us about 3am from the hospital. He received 5 staples in the wound. Now, we have to watch for that getting infected and the bite. Evidently, the bite is more at risk of getting infected since the human mouth is so dirty. I don't want him to go home, but, he's worried about his dog that he rescued from the street.
I have never been so scared in my life. I thank God that he looked over my son last night. I don't know what I would have done if I had received another phone call. He cried for the first time when we got there. The shirt that he had on was cut off and laying in the floor. There was so much blood!
Just had to vent this morning. I'm tired, but, can't sleep any longer.