Returning home from Minneapolis on Saturday with mom, our drive was nice. We laughed and visited all the way, hoping to get home before the snow hit. The flurries started shortly before we did get home, so that was good.
Brooks walked in the door to find that he had a black eye and very swollen nose and left eye. We found out that the night before he had been out with friends at the Sports Zone downtown in Fargo, when most of the group left, leaving him and Robby. They walked out to go, when Robby said he needed to run back in and use the restroom. Upon doing so, Brooks waited outside and fell victim to a group of thugs, who jumped and beat him. He was pretty banged up ~ didn't remember anything from the time he was jumped, to waking up in the back of someone's car...a strange car, and a strange man driving it. He said he was terrified and when he got the chance, he jumped out. Not sure if that is where he got all the abrasions on his body, or when he was being beaten and kicked. He ended up running all the way back to his apartment out past West Acres from downtown, probably about a 5-6 mile trip. He ran home in his cowboy boots, and luckily had his wallet and phone in them, as the thugs were unsuccessful in robbing him.
Every time I closed my eyes for the first couple of nights after this, all I could see was a vision of my sweet son, being kicked and beaten. Broke my heart, and grandma Jo's too. Wish we could have hidden it from her, but didn't want to lie, and Brooks' face was too banged up to hide it. So thankful today that he is alive and not hurt worse. Praying he never goes to a bar again ~ and maybe finds some new friends too.
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