My Wife's Best Friend

MWBF 95

Nicole

"Okay bye, Franklin." I said.

"Bye and get home safe." He said and waved.

I put Junior in his seat and waved one more time.

"Let's go see daddy and Shay." I smiled at him.

He gave me a sleepy smile and I laughed.

After thirty minutes, we made it home.

I texted Michael and he never texted me back. I got Junior out, who was asleep and showed no sign of waking up.

I knocked on the door and no one answered. Groaning, I dug my keys out.

"Michael?!" I called.

No reply.

He must be sleep.

I went to go lay Junior in his room and looked in Shay's room. She wasn't in there, so I checked in my room. Her, nor Michael was in there. I went back downstairs and heard whining.

"Shay? Baby, where are you?"

She ran around the couch and came to me.

She was holding Michael's phone and I grabbed it from her. Her face was tear stained and she had a bruise on her cheek.

I frowned.

Michael hit my child.

"Where's daddy?!"

She pointed and I saw blood on her hand. I ran walked around the couch and nearly died.

"Michael?!" I called.

I flipped him over and felt his pulse. It's still there, meaning he's alive, but it's weak.

I called 911 from his phone.

"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?" The lady asked.

"Someone broke into my house and hit my daughter and hurt my boyfriend badly." I said.

"Are you sure someone broke in?" She asked.

"Bitch, if you don't send someone over here." I hissed.

"Give me your address."

"1668 Winston Lane." I said.

She said back rudely, "I sent someone over."

I grabbed Michael's hand and hung up.

I know you're supposed to stay on with them, until they show up, but ya know I don't care.

"Michael, if you don't make it, I'll never forgive you." I said.

He squeezed my hand and I started crying.

After ten minutes, paramedics came and took him to the hospital.