Robyn's gun

Chapter 1- Day and night

Robyn's POV
I removed my police gear from my body I hung it in my locker and headed from my car. It was 10:47 according to my car. Driving at night in New York was somewhat dangerous but I not anywhere near a pushover. Yes I would call myself tough. As a teen I would walk with a knife and  sometimes a bat. I don't mess with certain people.  I just don't

I pulled up into my driveway. Making my way to my door. I jammed my key into my door. I walked into my home to the smell of  burnt cigarettes. I partial sigh lefts my lips. I made my way to the stairs of my house. As I got to the top the smoke smell got thicker. I headed for my sons room. He is the sweetest thing ever, he is the only thing a get all mushy about. I love him. His room door was closed... Which is something he never does. I sneakily opened his door as quiet as could just in case he was sleeping.

I saw him sitting on his bed, legs crossed and his head in his lap. I walked over to him.

"Elijah?" I asked probably with the curiosity pouring out of me.

The cute 6 year old looked up. Tear stained cheeks. I leap of his bed and ran to me, he then wrapped his arms Strange. I hugged him back.

"Were you crying" I asked him. I knew he was crying yet I still asked him.

"No" I gave him a stern look because the evidence was on his face.
I sat on his bed and patted the small spot next to me. He recognized my motion and sat down.

"Why were you crying" my voice got softer as I said that. I looked him in his hazel eyes. His eyes aren't green like mine.

"Daddy" with that he burst into tears and went under his bed sheet.

I smiled. Not the kind of smile that would appear when you win the lotto. The kind that would appear when someone get the audacity to say or do something that you don't like to your face.

I placed a kiss on my sons face. I shut his door as I made my way into my bedroom. I didn't want him to hear the arguing about to start.

I walked into my room. The smell of smoke hit me. Hard.

He was sitting on the bed. With a cigarette in his hands. I glared at him.

"What the hell, I told you to stop smoking when my son is in the house it ain't good for him and you, then again why should I give a shit about you, and why the hell was he crying" I yelled loud enough to startle him and not enough for Elijah to hear.

He looked at me, rolled his eyes and continued smoking. I laughed. Okay so this guy thinks he can cheat on me twice, probably scar my son and smoke in my house. If I didn't have respect for the laws I would make him swallow my wedding ring.

"Get the hell out" I cut my eyes at him. Making eye contact I signalled him to the door.

He sat there still smoking. Okay now this is a problem.

"I'll give you ten seconds to get out before I call the cops"

"1, 2, 3"
Matt kissed his teeth and walked over to the door.

"4, 5"

He grabbed his shoes, and then put them on.

"6, 7"

He headed out the door. Good. But I quickly took of my wedding ring and threw it at his neck. It hit him just where I wanted it to.

He took the wedding ring that had bounced of his neck and on the floor picked it up and put it against the his heart.

I looked at him with disgust. He can go about his business somewhere else. I went inside and slammed the front door closed. Humph.

It was past 12 and I can't trust my so called husband with my dear child.

"Elijah, you up" I yelled just enough to make him hear me enough and not enough to wake him.

"Yes mama" the faint voice of a small boy said.

"Come let's have a little chat" I said