Short Story: A Mother's Murder

“Someone just walked right up in there, grabbed the 3-year-old out of the bed and she didn't cry, she didn't scream? Nobody heard anything? Four people in the house, two adults and two kids, someone just comes up and snatches the baby and walks out?”

“Get in the car now.” she spoke with words so calm on the surface, yet I could see the concern behind her eyes. Nursing had taught her to conceal concern and panic, but not good enough to conceal it when dealing with her own daughter. I jumped in the car with hopes it would lead me to the end of whatever this awful pain could be.

In stunned silence, she watched the red pool of liquid widen. Someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the floor. When she tried to yank her arm away, Razaa sandwiched her hand between his two palms. “Please, Sara Mommy. Trust me,” he mouthed. Before he was done, the room erupted in screams.

“Yes it was horrible, but yes we are safe right now. But I also think it's over” she said

An hour earlier, Sefa, their baby’s birth mother, had called Percival, crying that she was in pain and bleeding, afraid she was losing the

What are you-all up too?” “Nothing much.” Simone and David walked in. “How’s Angelica?” ask David. “She’s sleeping.” said Marie. “I’m going to go and peep in.” said Simone. “She went to Angelicas room, walked in. Angelica was watching television. “Hey sleepy head, you’re woke.” “Hey Simone, Where’s David?” “He’s up front talking to Momma and Aunt Lori.” “How long you been here?” ask Angelica. “I just got here, Angelica, Momma told me that you’ve been having headaches, Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, the pain pills Mom gives me, stops it.” “You know I love you right.” “I know, Simone, Is it true?” “Is what true?” “I seen the news this morning, Is Brittany dead?” “Uh-.” “Simone, please, tell me, Is she dead?” Simone sat down next to Angelica.

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

Mom was at the door. She swiftly raise her hand to mouth, a mother’s call for her child. Alice hugs me tightly, and runs into the house. Dad jumps at her. Alice screams and then beautiful laugh.

The clock strikes 11 p.m. and it's time for her to clock out of work. She is six months pregnant at this time. She clocks out of work and starts walking down this pitch black alley. Tired from work, she finds a bench and rests her sore and swollen feet. She then decides to call her friend. Her and her friend are chatting. Her friend then asks why was she walking 11o'clock at night being a female and pregnant by herself? She replies that she didn't have a ride. Her friend then asks why did her boyfriend not pick her up? she replies that she did not want to ask or bother him. You may be asking yourself, who is she talking about? (sips tea).This six month pregnant woman is my friend Jasmine. ( fictional name for privacy). I am the friend that she calls.

“That's good to hear regar-” the calls cuts out. Flipping around her phone, revealed the phone to be lifeless.

“Are you okay sweetheart? Do you need to go to the hospital? Are you in labor?” says Phil. “Calm down honey I'm fine the baby is kicking,really hard almost like making she's making her presence known hehe” said Sarah.Phil lays his head and Sarah's belly and kisses it.”Don't worry baby girl everything's gonna be alright,we know you're in there and you're scared but we need you to stay nice and healthy for mommy” Sarah and Phil both rub the belly while falling

I answered. “Mija, where’s your grandma? Go get her now! It’s important.” that’s all I remembered from that phone call, but the moment I handed my grandmother the phone I saw her bright smile turn into the world’s most darkest frown. Out of the speck of my eyes, I saw small tears running down her face, with big worries she ran quickly to get a sweater and her purse.

But that isn't the problem Mallory, you lied to me. I was told that the fetus was removed and come to find out it hasn't been removed? Do you understand what the drugs could do to your child?"

She pressed the child close to her and with an unmovable gaze tightened her grip on him, taking in every detail. I paused and watched. I knew that as soon as I told her, the same creamy white walls of the hospital room that once held her uncontrollable euphoria over the birth of her son, would seem harrowing and confining.

Grandmother eyes were opened wide. “Claire, I’m only going to tell you my opinion on your father because your