P.S. Because I Loved You.

P.S. Because I Loved You [13].

September 5:

Dear Ethan,

I was sitting in the lumpy couch, the thin blanket resting on my legs, when I heard the loud knocks. I did not want to open the door nor see who it was after the news report I encountered. The rap to the wooden door grew louder as I became anxious, holding down my patience.

"Rosa get the damn door!" I heard Keete's voice in the hallway.

I prayed the person would go away and yelled back, "Okay!"

I could feel my chest fading away and my heart becoming numb. Just as I was about to stand up, I heard a pistol ring. I shrieked and hid behind the couch.

What's happening?!

"...the hell was that?!" I heard mum's voice echo as she scurried to the room.

"I have no idea." I fretted.

"Keete, get your shotgun! Someone just fired our door!" She said in panic.

I was about to run inside my room and hide, when the front door collapsed on the tiles. BANG! A mob of men in thick black outfits and heavy gear invaded the room, shouting muffled commands to each other. With no conscience, I screamed and ran to my bedroom. My legs felt tied and my body heavy.

"MA'AM DO NOT TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD!" I heard a deep voice penetrating my mind.

I turned around to see twenty homogenous men aim their rifles at me. My mind was blank and I could feel my cheeks tuning warm and sticky. I couldn't croak out a sound.  My body movement halted and so did my breath. I could feel my heart pounding, heavily pushing against my skin, waiting to burst out.

"MA'AM YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR FIRST DEGREE PREMEDITATED MURDER AND CONSTITUTING A HATE CRIME IN A HIT-AND-RUN MANNER. DO NOT TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD!!" The voice roared.

I felt metal chains click around my wrists and a pair of cloggy, thick hands pin me to the floor.

I heard mum's shrieking voice..."WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER.....I'M CALLING THE POLICE...." in between grave sobs. I heard Keete's thundering voice vibrate the room as he hollered, "I'M CALLING THE COPS...GETTING A LAWYER..YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BARGE INTO MY HOME LIKE THAT! LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE...I HAVE A SHOTGUN!"

Their pleas were ignored and were replied with, "MA'AM YOUR DAUGHTER IS FOUND GUILTY OF MURDERING ETHAN CRAFT. SIR, WE ARE THE FBI AND WE INTEND TO GO TO THE SUPREME COURT AS YOUR DAUGHTER IS IN ROW FOR DEATH PENALTY FOR PREMEDITATED MURDER" The compact  voice snarled, "PLEASE PUT YOUR SHOTGUN AWAY SIR. THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER AND YOU CAN MEET YOUR DAUGHTER IN THE PRISON STATION LOCATED DOWN AT LAFAYATTE AVENUE. YOU MAY HIRE A LAYWER IF YOU DESIRE BUT PLEASE PUT YOUR SHOTGUN DOWN!" 

Murder? Ethan? Death penalty?

I could feel my heart pass out inside of me and I lost my grip. My eyes fluttered shut and the last thing that stained my memory was the look of shock and despair in my parents' eyes.

Rosalie