He walked into the kitchen and got a 10 inch chef's knife from the drawer.  He came back to the dining room area and stood there.  I asked him what he was gonna do now.  He said he was going to make life easier.  I asked how was he going to do that.  He said He didn't know yet. I stood there watching him, and again could see the rage building behind his eyes.  I asked him to give me the knife and he said no.  I told him to put it down on the table.  He said no. Terry got up and came over to the dining area and told Bobby to put it down before someone got hurt. Bobby replied Fuck you.  Terry started over there, but I stopped him. Terry listened to me.  He said he would be right back, and he went down the hall, a minute later he goes outside.  The whole time I am still trying to convince Bobby to put the knife down.  But wasn't having much luck.

A few minutes later, I see the reflections of the blue lights, then hear footsteps running up the stairs.  Terry came through the door first, followed by four officers with guns drawn.   I wasn't sure what to do at this point, so I just kind of backed up.  One of the officers was telling Bobby that he had to put the knife down now.  Bobby promptly told him to fuck himself too.  And he stayed put at the table.  The officer who was talking started moving closer to the table.  And told him again to put the knife down, or else.  Bobby in a cocky voice said Or else what?  The officer told him bluntly. I'll have to shoot you if you don't. It only took a couple seconds of thought for Bobby to decide what to do. He threw the knife across the table, it landed on the floor.

The officer put his gun back in his holster, and went over and picked up Bobby by the front of his shirt and half walked and half dragged him into the living room. Where he patted him down for other weapons.  The dropped him into a chair.  Telling him that he was a lucky boy, cause he had come entirely to close to a dead boy.  The lecture went on for about a half an hour.  I hoped it was making some kind of dent in to his head.  That pulling stunts like this was dangerous.  The officer went on to tell him had he been his kid, he would be picking up his teeth up off the floor, cause he would have knocked them there.  The cop told him he needed to apologize to us for giving us that type of scare.  Bobby said he wasn't going to .  I told Bobby to go to his room, and only come out to use the bathroom.  The officer agreed with that, cause his talking wasn't doing any good.

I found out later the reason they got there so quick.  Terry had disconnected the phone in the living room, and had gone into the bedroom and called 911 and told them that we had a violent teenager with a 10 kitchen knife that was fixing to go on a rampage.  And he hung up.  but before dispatch could call back, Terry had disconnected that phone too.  So the end result were four police cars coming into the apartment complex coming to screeching halts sideways with lights flashing and guns drawn.

Later that night I went to Bobby's room to talk with him. I knocked twice and proceeded to open the door.  What I saw, just made me fume.  If all that happened this day and to see your now 13 year old son standing beside his bed, taking a leak all over it.  He never even turned around to look at me.  I hollered at him, So that is what is making this room stink.  I just couldn't believe that he was standing there doing it on purpose.  When he had no response to any questions or comments. I told him fine... you can sleep on the floor now... the mattress is history.  The next morning we hauled it down to the dumpster. and by the looks of the other side, this had been going on for a while now.  This was not a bed wetting problem during the night.  This was deliberate aim. You could see the words in the stains.