Shots Fired ( Temporarily Stopped)

3.Oh No!

Taylor gets my bags out of the trunk and opens the door for. I get up and stretch my legs. I look at my bags and realise it would be a struggle for him to carry all three.
"Taylor, I'll take one of those."
"No need Miss, I do this often,once madam Jessica packed 5 bags and I carried all with no struggle."
My goodness, what does my aunty put this man through.
"No really Taylor I insist,I really do feel bad."
He realised I wasn't going to give up so he gave me the smallest one. I rolled my eyes,laughed and walked to the door. This door was beautiful,it had the most intricate patterns. Taylor opened the door and I walked inside.
"Aunty Jess, I'm home."
There was no answer at all,the house was filled with silence.
"Aunty Jessica?!"
Still no answer. I walked up the flight of stairs and reached her room. Her door was slightly ajar. I looked inside and tears pooled in my eyes.
"AUNTY JESSICA!!!!!"

She was lying on the white carpet with blood pooling out of her stomach and onto the carpet,her blue eyes wide open.

"No no no,I can't lose you too,please no!"

I checked her pulse....Nothing!
Tears ran down my face so fast that I could taste the saltiness of one as the other began.

"TAYLOR!!!!" 
He took too long to get up the stairs. I need to call the police,wait but I don't know the number. If South Africa is 10111 what is USA's. Think Kamila. Wait... all those actors in movies call 911.

                      CALLING 911
"911 What's your emergency?"
"Hello, m-my my Aunty has been m-murdered!"
"Okay ma'am,could you calm down and give me the address."
Taylor walks in, " Oh no madam Jessica!" He gets on his knees and holds her in his arms.
"T-Taylor, What's the a-address?"
"951 Burberry street." He begins to cry. I would of never thought that a man like him would cry.
"Okay got that,dispatch we have 1 78 ( homicide) on 951 Burberry street."

                        CALL ENDED