Narrative-Sacrifice

There’s concern that Devon, Damian, and Cember were present when a domestic dispute occurred between Tammy and Armando. According to Tammy the dispute occurred in the driveway of the home, while Damian was at sleep. Devon expressed he was at his friend’s house when the incident occurred, and Cember witness the incident towards the end outside of the home in the driveway. Cember came out of the house when she witnesses Tammy on the floor and tried to help her get up. Tammy was observed with a bruise on her left arm, however, no arrest has been made.

On August 23, 2014 Sgt. Lavelle was assigned to the 83 Precinct. She was present for duty at 0800 hours as the domestic violence Sergeant and she conducted several home visits. At 1450 hours she was post changed to the 83rd Precinct desk and she assumed the duties of the 83 desk office. Sgt. Lavelle remained as the Desk Sergeant for the entire tour. I presented Sergeant Lavelle with a copy of the command log entry for August 23, 2014 depicting the validation of two arrests at about 2040 hours when Mr. Carlton Smith

On August 17, 2015 at approximately 1:27 AM I, Deputy Bowring, was dispatched to 238 Cr 4568 regarding a disturbance.

On 04/28/2018 at about 2301 hours, Officer Weist (P#2463) and I were dispatched to 62620 Hardgate Street in reference to a family disturbance.

I spoke with Arena and digitally recorded the conversation. The following is a summary of our conversation. Arena stated that Bracamontes is her son and he is twenty four years old. She said that on today’s date, her nine year old daughter, Precious Luna 5/28/07, called Bracamontes from daycare and asked him to come pick her up. Arena stated she called Luna and told her that Bracamontes was not supposed to pick her up at daycare. Bracamontes was told he could not get Luna so he called Arena at work and was angry at her for not allowing him to see Luna.

I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have her until she wasn’t there anymore.

In our society, hearing about a fire can be such a tragedy, but I cannot seem to think of anyone actually continuing to check on the progress of the owners afterwards. When I was in seventh grade, I had just gotten off the bus with my sister to find that our road was blocked off. Policemen, firemen, ambulances, and more scattered the street. There was an uproar of yelling, something about checking a house and making sure it was cleared. I was not quite able to recognize whose house it was, until I tried to weasel my way through the scattered people to find my home. A hand had reached out and grabbed my sister and I, muttering words that we were not allowed to move any closer to the scene. Confused, we gave each other a look and that was when

This worry the other morning acted slower. It remained, when that day with Mary ended once we got to the hospital and were told my lack of attention didn't kill my daughter. She only broke an arm.

I heard about what was coming from school. Since they let us all leave school, it must be really serious. So me being me and seeing no imminent threat, I went to Whataburger with my friends. So while we were waiting for our chicken strip and Coke combos, the earthquake struck. Everyone dove under their tables except me. I'm not saying I wasn't scared, but I was more worried about my chicken strips. My priorities were totally on point. Anyways, I snuck a peek out the windows and saw Walmart crumble into smithereens. Behind me I could hear a woman scream "nOOOO THE LOW PRICES ARE GONE! HOW WILL I LIVE?!" As she started to cry and fall on the floor in a fetal position.

She won’t come, not understanding what I’m saying, I’ve trained her to come, sit, stay, roll over, but nothing she won’t listen. Why? Do something with yourself. Decided we should go outside to play her favorite game of Frisbee, but still just sitting there this time on the grass. If that’s not going to work for my best friend than fine lets go inside to have dinner. I won’t give her typical food but this time I will give her mine. She has no appetite and I wonder if there is something wrong with her now. We got in the car to go and the man tells us there is nothing wrong with her, she’s just in some kind of funk. How could that be I’ve raised her since she was a year old, I would know if there was something wrong. Malibu laid on my lap that

It is unknown what was the outcome. On last year, Evangeline pulled a gun on the reporter. The reporter was bringing her daughter (Jarecia's) shoes. Evangeline stated that: "Get the fuck out of my yard." The children were in the home. Evangeline and Vanjetta fight in the home. Evangeline is afraid of Venjettia. Evangeline was on the phone with the reporter's mom ( Reneshia) whispering and afraid to talk about Venjettia's behavior. Jarecia is afraid of Evanagline and Venjettia. On 10-3-17, Venjettia was standing in the middle of the street; looking like a crack head. Venjetta was blocking the street. Once, the reporter stops her car, Venjettia came to her driving side window. Venjetta stated that: "Where is Jazmine (friend of the family)? Jazmine put sugar in my tank. When I catch up with you and that Bitich". It is unknown what Venjettia meant by this. The children and Evangeline heard Venjettia in the middle of the street acting a fool. Venjettia had Evangeline take her to Jazmine's apartment complex with Alexander and Adian in the car. Venjettia was banged on Jazmine's apartment door. Venjettia was also cruised and yelled. Jazmine has a video or the incident, and the reporter has the audio of

The creepy tack room door that squeaked closed due to the warm spring breeze. I was heading to the horse stalls as I stopped to watch the chickens forage for bugs by their huge red and white coop. When I fechnically mine, stall was wide open..without her in it!

¨ Hello Kage, what a perfect timing. ¨ The voice was deep and echoed upon the walls. A lingering shadow had appeared, very smoothly, and had made his appearance known.

“You have 1 hour until your city is swallowed with flames,” were the words that still echoed in his. While he tried to relax, all he heard were those words. The death sentence on his city. He couldn’t relax. He ate food in silence, still thinking of how he could save the city. Every solution that he had in mind still had the same flaw: Someone will die. Whether that was him or civilians. He protects the city, and that’s his job, but if he isn’t there anymore, who will save the city? He had set his watch after the message, he had spent 10 minutes thinking. He felt like this was an eternity trapped inside a single hour.

I hadn’t been back since the day she left, but as soon as I arrived, it was like I hadn’t been away. The sand shifted and sank beneath my toes and the cool ocean breeze tangled through my hair. My memory led me to the hidden lagoon, and suddenly, the scintilla of doubt I had about coming back evaporated into fireworks of certainty. For the first time since she left, I could remember her uninterrupted. I closed my eyes and remembered our last day together, the most magical day of my life. The lagoon was far from prying eyes, at the edge of a labyrinthine forest, the ideal location to indulge in our surreptitious love. If we had known that this day would be our last, perhaps we would have revelled in the sunlight for a moment longer, or relished