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#6.Sirens In The Night

RUBEN'S POV

I hold an ice pack to my left eye as I watch the police drag John out of the house, kicking, screaming, and cussing loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. Which has already been done. They all woke up as soon as they heard the sirens.

I watch as Mom gets checked out by doctors that arrived in the ambulance, and I'm sitting on the front porch steps, awaiting my turn.

"Hon, that was a very courageous thing you did there, throwing yourself in front of your mother in there." I look at her, confused I know exactly what happened in there, I just don't know how the police know.

She laughs. "Don't look so surprised hon," She says. "Your mom told us everything, and she was especially proud of how you threw yourself in front of her as soon as you knew what was going on."

I still let her get hurt though.

"You should have seen how her eyes lit up as she talked out how much vertigo you have."

I didn't get there fast enough.

She looks at my mom, then at me. "Why do look so worried about her?"

I wasn't even the one to call the police.

"She'll be fine, she's a very strong woman."

Mom called the police.

She looks at me again.

I should have called them as soon as I knew that he was abusing her. But I didn't.

"Are you okay?" Asks the officer.

I didn't. And she kept getting hurt. But I never called them.

"You look a bit pale."

If not, then I should have called them after I knocked John out. But I didn't. And mom got hurt because of it.

You warned her though, its not your fault.

But it is.... I've known about this for a whole year, and never said anything.

"Hon?" I can barely hear her.

ITS ALL MY FAULT!!!  I scream in my head, then I pass out.

ALMA'S POV

I wake up to the sound of sirens. Not surprising, since I live near the police station. I try to go back to sleep, but I just can't. I have a bad feeling about the sirens.

I sigh, get out of bed, and turn on the lights. "Why can't I ever get one full night of sleep?"

Dad walks into the room. "Hey sweetie, what's up?" He asks. "Heard the sirens?"

"Jah. Can't sleep at all. Usually can even if they blare right across the street. I have a bad feeling about something."

Dad looks worried, and I'm tempted to ask him what's wrong, but I don't. I should, I know I should, but I don't. I never do. I can tell what people are feeling, sort of, it's like a sixth sense. And it hurts. Mom told me that it's not a sixth sense, I just pick up on the small movements that peope make when they're sad, angry, depressed. But that's not it. I mean, I do pick up on that stuff, but I need to know the peorson well enogh in order to know what to look for, because everyone's habits are different.

It's something else. I don't know exactly what it is but I pick up on it.

"Well," says dad, noticing that I was locked up in my own mind, warring with myself on the inside, or thinking something through. "Baby, get some rest, please. We're going to have a long day tomorrow.  I'm picking you up after school so we can spend a little time together. No mom, just you and me."

We smile together. He knows me perfectly. And if I know him, we're going to goto my favorite resaraunt, then go to Baskin Robins for ice cream afterwards. Then over the weekend,  he might take me to go hunting.

He opens the door and starts heading out, and pauses. "Oh yeah, and we're going hunting this weekend." I knew it. I'm his daddy's girl, but I still hate skirts, pink, and frilly things. And especially pink, frilly, tutu's. Ew.

"Wait! Daddy, I almost forgot!" Every time he goes away, I promise to buy him a present,  so that he will always have something to come home to. I jump out of my bed, and root around in my dresser.

"Ah-ha! Found it. Here you go!" I pull out the wrapped present and hand it to him. His face lights up as he pulls off the paper. I saved up a bunch of money to buy him an iPod touch. He was always complaining how they never played country music in the force. "It holds over 5000 songs, and I've done the honors of adding some Blake Shelton, Jason Aldean, and Luke Bryan."

"Thanks baby, I love you." He walks back over, and gives me a hug.

"I love you more daddy."

"No you don't,  because I love you the most!" And with that and a hug, he leaves.

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Sorry, I know it's short! Don't be mad at me. I couldn't really think of anything else, plus I had  fan that was begging me for another chapter, after the  clifhanger I left. So sorry.
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