Carla: My best friend… I was in the house with her when it happened. Dude tried to kill her. We were in Chicago. He just started cutting her. Slicing her face up. She had blood all over her. All over me. I just blacked out. Couldn’t do nothing. I woke up with her laying next to me. She was still bleeding.
She says “look, come here. Come with me.” She had thrown a mixture of oatmeal and lye on him.
BW: What happened to the guy?
Carla: He was fucked up. I had to bring her down here. She can’t ever go back to Chicago. Big time gang banger.