Don't Believe In Love II

12. A Stronger Love (1/4)

Breaunna.

I woke up to small hands lightly slapping my arm. I opened my eyes and saw Danasia sitting there with tears falling. "Nasia, what's wrong?" I asked. "My mommy and daddy didn't come home last night." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "So you walked here all alone??" "Yes." I got up and grabbed my phone. "Go lay down with Trey. I'll be there in a minute." She nodded and closed my door as she exited. I stood up and dialed Bahja's number. It went to voicemail after two rings. She'd never reject my calls. "Bahja, its Bre. Danasia walked here all by herself saying you and Roc didn't come home last night? I don't know what's going on, but please call me back. Bye." I hung up and started walking downstairs to head over to Zonnique's side of the house. I knocked on her door and waited for her to open up, when a tall muscular guy answered with his shirt off. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. "Zonnique! We got an emergency!"

She ran into the living room with a robe on. "What's going on, Bre?" "Danasia just came over saying Bahja and Roc didn't come home last night. When I called, whoever has her phone rejected my call." Her eyes widened and she started running to the back. "I'll be out in a minute!!"

Five minutes later she came out in some sweats and Nike slides. We walked outside and hopped in my car and sped over to the apartment. We both have our own key, so thankfully, it's not inaccessible at a time like this. When we pulled into the complex, we saw that there were cop cars everywhere, and some people were bawling their eyes out. We found Bahja and Chresanto's building and parked. Their cars were still here, but her door was open and police were crowding it. Their front door was wide open and there was police tape blocking off all the entrances. We tried to cross, but an officer stopped us.

"This is a crime scene," he spoke sternly. "We can't let you guys through." "We're Bahja Rodriguez's sisters. Our niece just walked all the way over to our home by herself." I said. "What happened?! Please tell us." Zonnique pleaded. He sighed and lifted the tape.

We walked into the house and saw blood splattered everywhere. Walls, carpets, everywhere. It was a mess. I covered my mouth and shed a tear. Zonnique turned to the cops with tears falling down her face. "Where are Bahja and Roc?" They looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward. "My name is Detective Loren Wilson. I'm so sorry, but they're dead." Zonnique fell straight to the floor, while I just stood there crying. "Um," another detective muttered while stepping up. "I'm Detective Garrett Holman. I'm so sorry for your loss. But we have about 3 other people caught in the crosshairs of this situation. We were wondering if you could tell us if you know any of them." I nodded as Zonnique started standing to get herself together.

"So this first person is Amani Reese Calhoun." He showed us her picture. "That's Bahja's birth sister. Is she alright??" Zonnique asked. "She's at Johnson Memorial in critical condition. So are these last two gentlemen..." He showed us the two faces I thought I'd never see.

"So this right here is Craig Crippen, and that's Jacob Perez." He said while pointing to each photo respectively. "That's our friend, and my boyfriend! Where are they?!" I asked, almost yelling. "They're at Johnson Memorial as well." "We need to get Trey and Danasia together." Zonnique said. I nodded my head. "Thank you guys so much. Is there anything else you need before we head home?" "We'll call you if we need anything. Thank you, ladies. And we're so terribly sorry for your losses." Detective Holman said. We both nodded and left.

How the hell am I gonna tell Danasia her parents were murdered?