PART 3
She walked toward the back window and began pulling at the curtain.
She was looking inside my house.
Not knocking.
Not asking.
Looking for a way in.
I picked up my phone and started recording the camera footage.
My father noticed.
“Good idea. Save everything.”
On the screen, Derek positioned the crowbar near the back-door frame.
That was when Dad stood up.
“That’s enough. Call the police.”
I immediately dialed 911.
I explained that several people were outside my property attempting to force their way into my home. I told the dispatcher that one of them was holding a crowbar and that I was inside with another person.
The dispatcher asked whether anyone had permission to enter.
“No,” I answered. “I’m the homeowner. Nobody has permission.”
She told me to remain inside, keep away from the doors and windows, and wait for officers.
I hung up.
Outside, Derek was still examining the door.
Then my mother started shouting.
“Mary! I know you’re in there!”
I could hear her voice through the closed windows.
“Stop acting like a child! Open this door!”
I didn’t respond.
“You’re embarrassing this family!” she continued. “Your sister has already arranged everything. The movers are here. We cannot keep paying for this truck!”
Carol joined her.
“Mary! Just open the door! You’re making this so difficult!”
I looked at Dad.
He shook his head.
“Don’t engage with them.”
A few seconds later, Derek pushed the crowbar against the doorframe.
I watched the footage as he applied pressure.
The door didn’t move.
He tried again.
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