Something Old

Chapter 4: Gone Baby Gone

The next morning at six a.m., Chrissy was up and ready for a run; she had just walked out of the house when she bumped into a thin, barely taller than her mans chest. 

"Be careful, Kitten", a familiar voice said. Chrissy stepped back up to look into Brandon's face, her mouth agape with fear as she stared into those cold, beady brown eyes. 

"W-What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?" She demanded as he pushed her against the door, his hands trapping her thin body against it. His eyes roved down to her stomach quickly. 

"Well, I've seen you for awhile. And from some rumours I've heard, you're pregnant with that famous idiots child. But I know that's a lie, right?" He said, pushing his hand between her legs. She brought her knee up and kneed him straight into his groin, sending him hurtling to his knees. Chrissy turned to open the door and ran inside, heading straight upstairs to grab her cellphone; she didn't know where she had put the wireless phone when she heard the door get shoved against the wall as she made it into the bedroom. She picked her phone up from the bedside table, her hands were trembling as she was dialing 9-1-1. 

"911, what's your Emergency?" The dispatcher said. 

"My ex boyfriend is trying to"-She was cut off as Brandon yanked her phone from her hand and threw the phone, breaking it in two. He slapped her across her face to stun her and for a moment it worked until her fist connected with his nose. He stumbled, clasping his hands over his nose as it bled; Chrissy ran towards the hall to get back downstairs. If I could just make it outside her thoughts were in a panicked, frenzy. Suddenly, she felt something hard and full of force connect with her back and then the sensation of falling; she braced herself and everything went dark as she tumbled down the stairs. Brandon, seeing what he had done quickly ran downstairs and outside, trying not to look suspicious as he closed the door behind him; he casually walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. 

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Two hours later, Vicki was walking up the sidewalk to the house and opened the door with her key and a letter for him she had written. She noticed the door was unlocked while she turned the key and figured it was probably Chrissy and she had forgotten to lock the door; as she headed for the kitche. Vicki set the envelope with her letter in on the kitchen counter and set the key just beside it, turning around to face the stairs. 

"Chrissy! It's Vicki, are you home? I think we should talk about my behaviour", she started as she walked up the stairs; she saw a mess of brown hair and ran up to the body, seeing it was Chrissy. Vicki shook her shoulder, noting the way her hair was matted with a bit of blood from her head hitting the banister. Vicki checked over her and gasped softly, seeing the blood on her jeans. She reached for her cellphone and dialed 9-1-1.

"911, what's your emergency?" The dispatcher said. Vicki took a deep breath. 

"I need an ambulance at 3292 Radford Ave. And please hurry! She's lost quite a lot of blood...And I don't know how long she's been lying here, but she's pregnant", Vicki said frantically. 

"An ambulance is on their way, Miss! They should be their momentarily, would you like me to stay on the line with you?" She asked. Vicki sniffed as she checked Chrissy's pulse. It was low, but constant as two paramedics rushed in. 

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While Chrissy was being examined with nurses and doctors rushing everywhere, Vicki decided she had to call Misha as Maison slept in her lap. Her hands shook as she selected the phone image for her phone to call Misha. She stroked Maison's hair from her face as she heard the ringing on the other end. 

"Vicki, is everything okay? Is West okay? What's wrong?" Misha's voice came onto the line, panicked. She sniffed as she looked down at Maison. 

"I went to the house to return the key and when I got there"-"Vicki, is West okay? I don't have time to hear a story", he said cutting her off.