David Bomber

THE TESTIMONY OF VELVIE PROFFITT – Part 9 by David Bomber

DIRECT EXAMINATION OF VELVIE PROFFITT CONTINUES

Q. Any other type of knifes? Was there like a bread knife maybe?

A. A bread knife and then regular, diced —

Q. Okay.

A. What you would see a chef use more for vegetables.

Q. A paring knife?

A. Yes.

Q. Okay. How would — How were these knives stored?

A. In a knife rack. Or in a — It wouldn’t — didn’t fit in a knife rack there in a block. Like a flower vase.

Q. They were on the countertop?

A. Yes.

Q. They weren’t in the drawer?

A. No.

Q. Okay. And so, when David stabbed Michael, okay, what happened with Michael?

A. Michael staggered backwards, fell onto the couch. We got in there and the blood was pouring out. And we were like, Dude, you got to get up. You got to get up.

Q. Could you repeat that? You got to slow down, this is important.

A. Okay. Michael staggered backwards, more into the living room. Fell over the arm of the couch into a sitting position. There was blood spurring out, like just coming down this way.

Q. Did Michael have a shirt on?

A. No. He had taken it off.

Q. While he was at the pool?

A. Yes.

Q. And had he put it back on?

A. No. He carried it back.

Q. Okay. Where was the shirt?

A. It was sitting on the couch?

Q. Okay. And did someone do something with that shirt?

A. I grabbed his shirt. And me and Mr. Bomber tried to, after Mr. Worrell had stood back up and was standing there in between the corner table and the couch and the entrance to the kitchen. He was standing there and it was just spurting everywhere on to the carpet. We tried taking his shirt and fold it — rolled it up and applying pressure by holding — us trying to hold him. I told David, you know, you need to go upstairs and get some towels. And he was like I don’t — I can’t — I can’t. I just —

Q. Who said what?

A. He — Mr. Bomber said that he couldn’t because he couldn’t leave Mike. And I was like, well, you know, somebody is going to have to go and get some towels to help out.

Q. So, who did?

A. We both did.

Q. Okay. Where did you leave Mr. Worrell?

A. He took his hand and leaned him up against the kitchen table while we ran upstairs.

Q. Okay. Now, how long were you gone?

A. No more than three (3) seconds.

Q. Okay. So, you just ran upstairs, got some towels and ran back?

A. Yes.

Q. All right. When you come back down, where was Michael?

A. Michael had started — walked back into the same position as where he was previously standing, where we were holding his shirt. He was still holding the shirt towards — towards his self. By that time, I could see his body starting to lose color. And he was like — You know, he was going to pass out. So, I ran up to him and started holding the shirt again. And trying to keep him balanced up, but he was just too heavy. He was pulling me with him and staggering backwards. And there was a bar and the carpet was raised over the entrance to the kitchen and his footing went backwards and he sled back into the —

Q. And he fell into the kitchen?

A. Yes.

Q. Okay. And what happened then?

A. Me and David were trying to help him. David was crying. Michael was saying, I understand. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please —

Q. How were you trying to help him?

A. By trying to stop the bleeding.

Q. Okay. As far as the towels that you all ran upstairs to get, what were you doing with them?

A. They got thrown over the arm of the kitchen table. They never got used.

Q. You didn’t use a yellow towel? To try to stop the bleeding?

A. No. Uh, yes. He had — Mr. Bomber went and grabbed the yellow towel and brought it over and laid it beside Michael to where I could try to wrap it up, cause by that time the shirt had just gotten too full of blood.

Q. So about how much time had passed from the time David had stabbed Michael until the time Michael is lying there on the floor in the kitchen? I mean, a minute, two (2) minutes?

A. Two minutes (2).

Q. Possibly more?

A. No, I don’t believe so.

Q. Okay. You’ll didn’t stop and smoke a cigarette and just chat about this?

A. No.

Q. Okay. At some point did one of you decide to call 9 – 1 – 1?

A. Yes. From the point that there was blood going everywhere, I started thinking we’ve got to call 9 – 1 – 1.

Q.. Okay. What happened?

A. David was crying and apologizing. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but you really scared me. I’m sorry.

Q.. So, he’s apologizing to Michael right there in the kitchen?

A.. Uh-huh.

Q.. Okay. So, at some point did David leave?

A. Yes, because he —

Q. Why did he leave?

A. Because he was in so much shock and he knew that he wouldn’t never going to be able to see his kids or his dad again. And he was so — just — just so upset.

Q. Whose idea was it for him to leave?

A. It was mine.

Q. Okay. How did he leave?

A. In my vehicle.

Q. Okay. Did you tell him where to go?

A. Yes.

Q. Where did you tell him to go?

A. I told him to go to Tony’s.

Q. Okay. And so you gave him the keys — gave him the keys to your car?

A. And told him to go to Tony’s.

Q. And he left?

A. Yes.

Q. Okay. Now did you call 9 – 1 – 1?

A. Yes, I did.

Next in the series: The testimony of Velvie Proffitt – Part 10.

SEE ALSO CASE NO. 7:16cv00171 IN THE UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT @ http://vawd.uscourts.gov

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