The horn beep from the cab I called like a hour ago "well I gotta go to work Brandon" I said. "okay baby I'll be here with your mother when you get back what time will be home". "Alright, 12:30 should be pretty accurate, Brandon please take care of my mother while I'm gone I don't want her to run away this time okay?" I said. "yes baby I gotchu now go before you are late for your shift!" he said kissing my forehead pushing me out the house.
10 hours later..
My shift was finally over and my duffle bag was look right I changed out of my thong and put on some sweat and a shirt I tied my hair up and pick up my phone and called a cab afterwards I looked to see I had 10 miss called from Brandon my heart automatically started pumping I left him with my mother, he has never called me so many times I was more than worried I called twice no answer what the hell that's usually Brandon would of answered me... I gotta get home now by the time I walked out the exit door the cab was there I told the cab to drive fast.
"Thank you" I said to the cab driver as I gave him his money.
I grab my duffle bag out the car I walk up to the house and for some reason walking to the front door felt odd I knock on the door no answer I heard no sounds no nothing then I remember I live here I put my thumb on the detector to let me in my heart felt like it jumped out my body blood was everywhere all on the the white carpets all on the couches on the stairs handprints was all on the wall I felt tears come down my eyes all I could do think was did I lose my mother? Did I lose Brandon? " Ma? Brandon?"I shouted running around the house looking for them both. "Ma? Brandon? " I called again.
"Brit!" I heard Brandon scream my name from upstairs. "Brandon!! omg" I said screaming.
I ran upstairs stepping in blood that trailed from me and Brandon's bedroom he was laying on the floor I rushed to his side to see him holding the his stomach he was shot and losing so much blood I grab the phone calling 911 "Brandon what happen where's my mother?" I said. He couldn't talk he was in so much pain he just kept griping my hands tighter and tighter. I ran down stairs to open the door and the ambulance people ran upstairs and was putting him on the bed I ran around the house screaming my mother's name I couldn't find her did my mother do this to him? "Is he going to be okay is he going to be alright please tell me something?!" I said screaming that the doctors taking him in the truck. "please talk to me tell me he's gonna be okay!! I said constantly screaming. "ma'am he's gonna be okay were gonna do everything we can " the doctors said. "please let me get in the truck and come with you I need to be with him"I said pleading. "okay ma'am" the doctor said. I was sitting next to Brandon holding his hand while the doctors was connecting all these cords and putting tissues on the wound to stop the blood, tears shed down my eyes confused of what was going on how could me just leaving my mother and Brandon back at the house make so much of a problem. As we made arrived at the hospital they was taking Brandon out the back of the trunk I was walking on the side of him "Brit baby they came" he said sounding tired. "They came, who came Brandon talk me?" I said panicking "A group of dudes baby they came and took your mother I try to fight but they shot at me" he said. we was getting close to a room for him to go into "what they look like Brandon?" I said trying to talk fast getting all the information I could. "They all had on mask expect one man he looked like you Brit!!" he said. WHAT??! "ma'ma your gonna have to stay out here he needs to go into surgery" the doctors said. I stood still there was lost for words to what he just said to me "a man that look like me none of this makes sense" I thought to myself. Did he wanna kill my mother? Why would he take my mother? What does he want from her? The only person I could think off and the only person who looks like me is exactly like me is my dad it can't be not him I haven't seen him in years and I don't think my mother has either I had to take a seat I couldn't think straight anymore.
