Three Days

(This short story is not based on true events... Any similarities to people such as names, appearances, etc. are completely coincidental. Thank you.)

"Drive!" A man with a mask yelled, holding a gun to the woman's head. She cried as she drove as fast as she could, fear completely taking over her. A baby's cry can be heard in the background of the screeching of the tires, the cries of the woman, and the man scolding her to drive faster.

After the most terrifying two hours of driving, he made her stop in the run down section of the city in a dim alley. The man suddenly shot her right in the head, not wanting witness, and ran out of the car while slamming it shut. Because of all the adrenaline rushing through his body, he never noticed the crying baby in the car seat in the back of the vehicle. It cried for it's mother, all the loud nosies... All the screaming, and the gunshot made the baby cry and cry. The windows were up, it was a hot summer day. No one was around.

Three days. Three days have passed. The dark skinned mother, was now much paler, her dark hair dull, and the stench of her blood and rotting flesh filled the car with a horrid smell. Dried tear stains on her cheeks. There's no way she's alive. The baby, was still, unmoving. Not crying. The little baby girl was dead.

The man opened the passenger seat door and immediately covered his nose with the back of his wrist. He saw the woman, dried blood on her forehead and right ear. A bullet through her head. She was dead. He looked to the back seat and his heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach. Out of all the things he has seen, this truly had to be the worst.

"Detective?" An officer asked and the detective let the police man see. He jumped back,"Oh my God." He said in shock.

The detective officer dragged his feet past the front door of his home and closed it behind him.

"Honey, you're home early, it's only 6:35." His wife with curled black hair that fell perfectly on her shoulders and dark brown eyes. She noticed his pale face and frown,"Is... Everything okay?" She said walking to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Before he could answer, a little one year old girl wobbled to her father and griped at his pants for support and giggled joyfully to see her daddy home.

A tear streamed down his face as he fell to his knees. His loving wife bent down to his level, a look of concern on her face,"Honey?"

The father looked to his smiling child, who was oblivious to the current situation, then to his wife and gave a small, yet loving smile. "I love you."

Three days later...

"A robber was caught by police officers today and is know as Roger Freeman... He held a gun to a hostage as he tried to rob a bank later today... The city police have taken him into custody, but sadly after a detective officer, James Davidson, was shot and killed by Freeman... Trying and succeeding in saving the hostage's life. Police say that Roger Freeman was also the man they were trying to find in a case where a woman and her child were found dead in a car, and ironically, it was the same case James was working on. Freeman will begin his trial next week for robbery, assault, murder, and many other crimes he has made in his past.... I'm Conner Stamford, goodnight and stay safe."