Danyelle's P.O.V
"She's so pretty isn't she?" I asked as we pulled out the parking lot. "You guys are gonna be good friends I swear." Hakiem didn't say anything. His hands shook on the steering wheel causing him to swerve a little. "I understand you're nervous babe. It's all becoming real." I said rubbing my belly. "Let's take the side streets." He nodded and turned into a neighborhood. "Kiem I need to stop by my Mom's house to pick up some clothes, can we go?
"Sure." Hakiem said in a shakey tone. As we got closer to her street the heavy scent of smoke got stronger.
"Please no..." I whispered. Then I noticed the large black cloud of smoke swelling in the sky. "No...". Seconds seemed like hours until finally we turned down my mom's street. Yellow caution tape surrounding my childhood home, sirens roared, smoke fumed from the upstairs window, and two still bodies lay on stretchers. I jumped out of the car and ran towards the the bodies.
"Stop. Who are you?" A paramedic asked as he backed me away from the bodies.
"I'm Danyelle Anderson. I live here, what happened? At that a police officer grabbed my hand and led me to his car. I sat on the hood and he began to explain what happened.
"Do you know a man by the name of Shaun Wilkinson?" Hearing his name flow from another person's lips made me cringe.
"Yes I do." I admitted "Did he have something to do with this?"
"We have reason to believe He started this fire. He came in the house, stabbed Monica Anderson three times, ran up the stairs, set a fire and suffocated on the the fumes."
Tears fell down my face. Tears of immense sadness. "Did they...." I choked on the last word.
The officer grabbed my hands and said. "Wilkinson died from smoke inhalation, and your mother is in critical condition, but I think she'll make it."
"Can I see her?" I asked.
"The ambulance is rushing them to Madison Grove hospital, you can go there and see her once she returns to a stable condition and regains consciousness. But that may be all night."
"Okay thank you sir." I said.
The police officer took a note pad and scribbled down a phone number and place it in my hand. "Now get out of here. This smoke is bad for the baby. Call us down at the station if you want to talk."
I got back into the car where Hakiem sat, with his hands plastered on the steering wheel, shaking even more violently than before. "What the hell is going on?" He asked.
"Monica. Just take me to the hospital." And at that we pulled off.
