So, my sister and I spend another day at New Port Beach. My sister owned a brand new Toyota Corolla, but she had wrecked it pretty badly, so it was in the shop getting some body work, this was the second time she wrecked her car that summer, so we were dependent on the bus system for much of this summer.
Anyway, we had finished spending the day sunning and had walked back to the bus stop. But considering the time, we were worried that we might have missed the bus, but decided to wait a bit longer before calling someone for a ride. Then just as we were about to start making phone calls, a guy in a van pulled up and asked if we would like a ride. My sister told him that we lived in Orange, and he said no problem, it's a little bit out of my way, but I'll give you a lift. BTW. my sister had a gun in her purse, so I guess this gave her some sense of security. Having already experienced two deadly close calls by this time in my life, I was far more reluctant to take the risk. But my sister just looked me in the eye, and said, you know it's alright, lets just go.
So we hopped in the van, which was a typical California looking van, tear drop windows, the inside had custom interior with tuck and roll padded walls, nicely upholstered seats mounted against the sides, captain chairs in the front, a really nice van for the era. My sister sat up front, and I sat behind the driver seat against the van wall.
He got onto the freeway heading toward Orange. then he exited on a road that goes toward the remote hills, something Canyon Road. I don't remember the name, it's been a long time ago. My sister says hey, where you going, but before she could get another word out, he slammed on the brakes, grabbed her by the hair, put a knife to her throat, and start yelling, "Don't fucking move, I'll fucking kill her right here, right now" Then with his free hand he started ripping her top off, and ordered her to take her shorts off, while still yelling at me to not make a move. I was pretty sure that regardless of whether we obeyed his commands or not, he was likely going to kill us both, being that two of us make for good witnesses.
So without further hesitation, and knowing that her gun was in it, I lunged for my sisters purse that was sitting between the captain seats. The guy grabbed hold of it at about the same time I did, but I managed to get my legs up and pushed against him and kicked as hard as I could until I finally broke free. I rolled backwards, but I got my hands on the gun at about the same time he was squeezing between the seats and lunging toward me. But before he got on top of me, I fired a round at him. I missed and instead put a hole in the roof of the van, but it was enough that he backed off. He then says, alright, alright, were cool, and as soon as he finished saying that, he made another lunge, but this time I had control of the gun and fired a second shot, this time striking him in the shoulder. He stopped and backed off, and then says it's over, it's fucking over, just get the fuck out of my van. I kept the gun pointed at him, told my sister to grab her top and get out. I then told him to get his fucking hands on the steering wheel and don't move a muscle, or I'll fucking shoot you again. I then grabbed my sisters purse and slipped out the side door. My sister got his license plate number as he drove off.
But as usual, my sister was adamant about not wanting to contact the police, fearful that she or I would go to jail, and she was probably right. But we kept an eye on the news and newspaper to see if anyone had reported being shot or anything related to our encounter, but nothing ever surfaced. I'm guessing he probably went to a hospital and reported his injury as a shooting accident or something.
And also, his confidence led me to believe this wasn't the first time he had stared down the barrel of a gun, the gun didn't seem to spook him much at all. I think he might have either been a storm trooper in Nam, or maybe LE, cause even after I shot him, he was still very arrogant and sure of him self, so much so, that I expected him to launch another attempt to disarm me. I also don't think we were his first victims, he was just far to confident and organized.
My apology for the use of vulgarity, I don't often curse, hope I didn't offend anyone.
"When seconds count, the police are minutes away"