I don't know why he started hitting me. He just snapped.
We heard somebody yell something and we both just froze and looked at the door. He wasn't hitting me. He was just standing there, frozen. As soon as we saw (the officer's) head pop up, he just shot.
I was just screaming, telling him to leave me alone, just to let me leave, just to let me go.
I felt like the family was blaming me, also, and, I mean, I know it's not my fault, and I didn't ask for it. I was scared because I've never seen him like that.
