Rescue Me

Chapter 13.

Chresanto's POV.

         I sat slumped in the beige comfy sofa, in the family room. All of my uncles were playing GTAF on the Ps4. I let out a deep sigh, and pulled my white, silver iPhone5s. No recent calls from Bahja. I'm starting to get a little worried. She never calls me back like she says she will, and every time we talk she sounds nervous. I sighed, and pressed call on her contact. I pressed the phone against my ear and crossed my arms, while waiting for her to answer. "Yo Chres! Get in here!" My cousin, Drew, called me from the kitchen. "Not right now! I'm on the phone!" I huffed. "Your girl on the news!" He chuckled. I scrunched up my eyebrows, as the call went to voice mail. "Hey. It's Bahja! I'll call you back whenever I get the chance!" Her cheery voice said through the phone. I let my phone slide off of my ear, and onto the couch. I quickly got up, and rushed into the kitchen. "Whatchu mean my girl on the news?" I asked him, confused. "See for yourself." He smiled, pointing to the TV hanging up on the wall. I plopped down into a chair, and focused on the TV.....I can't believe it. Bahja is on the news. And she killed Kaleb. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I jumped up.

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Bahja's POV.

      I blew some hair out of my face, as the police took me inside the interrogation room. My hands were handcuffed behind my back, and the gun in the policeman's' belt frightened me just a little bit. He forcefully sat me down in a chair, and left the room. I rolled my eyes, and looked down at the table. The sound of dangling keys made me shoot my head up. The man uncuffed my hands, and sat across from me. "So," He fixed his glasses. "Bahja Rodriguez. You murdered Kaleb Daniels?" He cleared his throat. I rolled my eyes discreetly. "Not exactly. I shot him." I explained. "Right, right.." He looked up at me for a split second, then back down at the paper. "and we read your statement. Seems you shot Kaleb because he was about to shoot you?" He scrunched up his eyebrows. "Yes, sir. It was self defense." I ran my tongue over my bottom lip. "Right. Self defense." He smiled at me. "Can you explain exactly what happened?" He leaned in closer. "It started off when my friend invited me over because she said she had to talk. I honestly thought it was pretty weird because it was about 4am. But being the person I am, I said yes anyways. So when I got there, it was pretty dark. I was suddenly grabbed by the neck, and tossed onto the ground. Kaleb started brutally beating me, and I wondered why. Until I looked off to the side. My friend was over by the lamp watching with tears in her eyes. I realized she had set me up. Kaleb started going on and on about how I was telling everyone I got pregnant because of him.-" "Wait. You're pregnant?" He asked me with raised eyebrows. "Yes, sir." I nodded. "Against my will I might add." I added. "So he knew you were pregnant, yet he continued to abuse you?" He asked. "Yes. That's correct." I let out a deep sigh. "Continue.." He smiled. "Okay, so like I was saying. He was telling me to stop telling other people he raped me, and I got pregnant because of him. He told me he was getting fed up with me, and he knew exactly how to stop it. Then, he made his way over to a small, wooden dresser, and opened up the top drawer. What he pulled out, was a pistol. He was going to shoot me. I immediately reacted as afraid. As soon as he pointed it at me, I kicked him in his nuts. He fell on the floor, so I thought that was my chance. I quickly grabbed the pistol...and shot him." I explained. I looked up at the man, who was writing a few things down. I unfolded my hands, and placed them in my lap. He took a peek up at me and widened his eyes. "Hands on the table ma'am." He demanded. I sighed, and placed my hands back on the table, and refolded them. "...So, you said there was a 'friend' that invited you over that night. What was this 'friends' name?" He looked up at me. "I-I'd rather not say." I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. He inhaled deeply. "Ms. Rodriguez, in order to help your case, you'll need to tell me this persons' name." "Her name is...Breaunna Womack." I bit the inside of my cheek.