Battered Mel

part 1

It was a warm overcast day in Waycross of 2011. The police cars came racing down the street. I noticed the flashes and blaring of the sirens as they stopped at Melanie's house. I stood up and ran over to the house as the cops got out of their cars. I approached the officers as they went into the house.
"What's going on Officer?" I asked one of them. He turns around and it was my dad's friend Chris.
"We were called out on a domestic dispute. It's pretty bad." He said.
"This is my Aunt's house. Chris you have to let me in." I said to him. He nodded and let me though. I ran past the police tape and into the house. It didn't take me long to see the place was completely trashed. Broken glass littered the hallways leading into the living room. There is where I froze in shock. I was surprised to find a bloody and battered Melanie seated on the couch. She sat in a fetal position with her arms over her face. Her dark outfit had been reduced to tatters. The angel tattoo was even visible though the fabric of her shirt. I couldn't help feeling the clothing looked familiar.

"Aunt Mel? What happen?" I asked as I walked over to her and sat down next to her.
"I don't want to talk about it Angel." She said. Chris walks in and walks up to us.
"We need a statement from the victim." He said.
'I'll get you your statement. I promise." I said to him. He nodded and walked out. I turned back to Melanie. She sat back and she rubbed her belly for a moment. She placed her hand on every inch of the 5 month baby bump. After a moment, she looked up with tears in her eyes. She started to sob and feel around frantically. Finally she stopped and hugged me, sobbing on my shoulder.
"Angel, I can't feel the baby moving." She cried.
"Its ok Aunt Mel, It's probably scared." I said hugging her.
"Yes, I can feel it now." She said putting her hand on the bump.