Lynn was in a lot of pain. It took a moment for it all to make sense. The screams seemed otherworldly. The huge mob of spectators, strangers and neighbors created in her mind some Tyler Perry movie set, a sound stage. But this wasn’t a TV show and they weren’t in Atlanta.
Despite her aching back and the popping sounds in her ears, she gathered herself.
Devastated, Lynn rushed over to Harry and Jonathan’s car. It was thrown, hood first, into a palm tree.
“No, no, no, no! My baby! Jonathan! Harry!” She was in a daze, nothing registered as her neighbors rushed past her, helping a 6 ft 7 inch tall black man, heavily intoxicated, from the wrecked Yukon. A helicopter flew overhead. She heard sirens in the distance, approaching them.
Falling to her knees, she opened the passenger side door. Her son lay against Harry. Some kind of way he held Harry close, before the impact.
They were both unconscious.
Tears clouded her vision. There was so much blood.
“Oh my God! Mama! Is that Jonathan and Harry?” Her oldest daughter, Sage, asked, horrified.
“Noooo, Mama! God, no! Not my big brother, Mama! What happened? What did you do?”
Hesitantly, Sage helped her mother stand up.
“Are you OK, mister?” One of the neighbors asked the drunk driver.
Lynn glared at him. He could barely stand up. She couldn’t make out what he was saying.
As nine squad cars turned onto the block, two paramedics and fire rescue closely behind, Lynn attacked the drunk driver, slapping and punching him, repeatedly.
A few neighbors tried to deter her, but she picked up a huge tree branch and swung it at them.
She was tasered by the cops shortly after she hit the drunk driver in the back, in a fit of rage.
Shaking on the ground, the heartbreaking images were Breaking News fodder on every television station in the United States.
In a matter of minutes, Lynn’s attack, even video of her attacking her gay son and son in law, went viral...