My Siblings

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                                                   💀W A R N I N G💀   ---Death---

  I woke up to yelling coming from downstairs. It was three o' clock at night and I heard dad yell something then a vase break. I shared a room with my four other sisters. 

This was on one side of the room with the same bunk bed on the other side. I sleep on bottom bunk on one side while Neveah slept on top bunk. Delilah slept on the one bed while Layla and Taylor slept on the other bunk. 

     The yelling didn't stop. I sat up in my bed and Delilah saw and did the same. "Can't sleep?" She asked. I nodded. "Are mom and dad fighting again?" I ask her. "Yeah I think so." She answered. While we talked Neveah, Layla and Taylor woke up too. We all heard more crashing sounds then a loud bloody Mary scream. We all ran out of our room to see mom with a knife in her chest. Dad was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at us. His hand covered in blood. He started to run up the stairs to us pulling the knife out of mom's chest on the way. We quickly ran back into our room shutting, locking, and blocking the door on our way in. 

     We put all we could find against the door. Delilah got her phone out of a drawer on called 911. We waited in our room all huddled together hearing dad outside the door. Soon later we heard police sirens. We heard dad say the F word. (I shall not cuss. Sorry) We heard the police come in through the front door. We heard the police yelling at dad. Awhile after we hear a knock on the door. Delilah got up from the huddle and went to open the door. Standing there was a police officer.

        Officer Lopez

       "You guys are okay. Your father is out of the house being taken to jail." She says in a reassuring voice. "Who is the oldest in this house?" She asks. Delilah takes the officer over to Hudson's room with the rest of us following.