The damages of a crazy story that happened to me:

I was driving with my parents, going to eat at my grandparents’ like we always do on Saturday noon. When we got to the little town where my mom works, which is on the way, I suddenly notice a man and a woman in their 50s, running out of a garden. Since they surprised me, I took a closer look, and saw the guy had a pistol in his hand, and was shooting towards the woman. But as the noise was very low (more like a firecracker than like a TV gunshot), I actually thought they were messing around. But when I saw the woman’s face, twisted with fear, I stopped and shouted “Fuck, he’s shooting her”.
My dad, who hadn’t witnessed the beginning as he was struggling with my radio, opened the left door (my car only has 2 doors) and got out, in order to push his seat and let the woman climb in the back of the car. I opened my door too, and as she was on my side of the road, she climbed on my knees and rolled on to the passenger seat, shouting “He’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me!”.
Since my dad couldn’t sit back in the car, he ran around it to try and stop the guy. But by the time he did, the guy had run to my open door, hardly aimed, and shot, right next to my face. Thinking he’d shot me, my dad punched the guy and turned him around by the sleeve. As I was going to get out of the car to help him and push my seat to let him in, my dad told me to hurry up and start the engine to take the woman to the hospital (we’d all noticed she was hit at the hip). So I did leave, with my mom in the back, talking to the woman in the front seat and holding her hand. I called the emergencies on my cell phone on the way, and they told me to take her to the firemen’s station.
On the way, we asked her her name, which was Borgetto. She told us the guy was her husband, and that he’d just kill her dad. We tried to reassure her by saying her father might just be wounded, but she answered he’d shot him right in the face.
When we got to the station, the firemen were waiting for us. But they looked as if they didn’t know what to do: they left her in my car, and the chief asked for the wound to be cleared. One of them then started to cut her pants, but the scissors weren’t good enough, and he didn’t dare ripping them off, scared to hurt her. He finally did, and then ripped her fishnet stockings (under which she seemed to not be wearing anything. That detail fits well with the fact that she had horrendous manicured hands, and was covered with tattoos). The firemen did realize that there were two holes, on each side of the leg: the bullet had gone through. At last, they took her out of the car and to the hospital by ambulance.
That’s about when I started to freak out (I didn’t have time before, as the whole scene had taken place in less than 2 minutes, and as I was driving). My mom and I asked the firemen if they had news about my dad, who was back there with the crazy guy and the gun. But they didn’t know anything, telling us the police was on their way there. We heard a fireman answer the phone and say “we’re sending you a vehicle to take care of the victims”. Without talking, my mom and I stared at each other, knowing what the plural meant since the woman had only talked to us about her dad.
But a few minutes later, my dad called me on the cell phone to tell us he’d gone to a couple of friends’ house, not far from where it all happened. So before we left to pick him back up, we tried to look for the bullet in the car, in vain. The firemen wrote down my name and phone number, not asking any more information nor my ID.
Then we finally went to my grandparents’.

After the meal, we visited Mrs Borgetto at the hospital to make sure she was ok. Since the bullet had come and go, she didn’t need any surgery, and she’s gonna be alright. Her relatives in the room thanked us and told us that her husband would definitively have finished her if we hadn’t been there. And they confirmed us that the father was dead.

On Sunday, we spent most of the afternoon at the police station. First, the cops tried like us to look for the bullet. It was only because one of them noticed pieces of paint on the front seat that they thought about looking up. It had hit the inside part of the open door. It’s a good thing there was a rubber joint to slow it down, and also a good thing the body of the car was double in this place, because the first sheet of metal was torn.
From inside, it makes a nice little lump, about 2 inches form where my head was:
From what the cops told us, it was a 9mm, and what caused the noise to be so low was that he was using a short type of bullets. They use the same kind of guns, but with parabellum ammo, much longer, and much noisier. They told me I should be happy Mr. Borgetto wasn’t using the same.
Before he’d shot his wife (before we stopped, since the bullet he shot in the car didn’t hit anyone), he’d killed his father-in-law, and had also shot his wife’s god-mother in the chest.

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