The Unspoken Prayer Request by Daniel Whyte Iii & Meriqua Whyte

Author:Daniel Whyte Iii & Meriqua Whyte [Whyte, Daniel Iii & Whyte, Meriqua]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Religion & Spirituality, Fiction, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Contemporary Fiction, Christian, Christian Fiction
Amazon: B00GD0U1KK
Publisher: Torch Legacy Publications
Published: 2013-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Aubrey screamed for Jamaal to get up. He lay motionless on the floor, blood splattered all around his head. When Jamaal didn’t move, Aubrey staggered into the living room to call for an ambulance. Before she reached the phone, however, a banging on the front door made her jump in surprise.

“Open up! Police,” a gruff voice sounded.

Dazed by what had transpired, Aubrey opened the door. The rush of cold wind made her feel light-headed. She wavered on her feet, and one of the police officers stepped in to catch her before she fell. Aubrey blacked out in his arms.

When Aubrey revived she was laying on the couch with her head resting on her mother’s lap. Police officers and crime scene investigators were taking photos and collecting evidence in the kitchen and the living room.

“Jamaal,” Aubrey rasped, her voice dry with exhaustion. “He’s on the floor in the kitchen. He’s bleeding.”

“Yes, we know,” Mother Jamison said gently rocking her in her arms. She hesitated before she continued. “The ambulance left with him, but they called and said he had been declared dead on the way to the hospital.”

Tears flowed down Aubrey’s cheeks. “What? How?” she asked, her voice choking.

“He hit his head,” Mother Jamison said. “The police said it was blunt force trauma. You just rest now. We’ll lean on the Lord.”

“I need to call his mother,” Aubrey murmured. “She will want to know.”

Mother Jamison wrapped her arms around her daughter tightly. “I’ll take care of it. Right now, you need to rest.” She squeezed Aubrey once again and then got up to make the phone call.

A few minutes later, she came back to the couch. “She’ll be right over,” she said.

“I don’t want her to see me like this,” Aubrey said.

“Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ve already told her what to expect.”

Aubrey was too worn out to protest. She had a headache. When the police came in to question her about Jamaal’s death, Aubrey answered as best she could. The events of the past evening still seemed like a blur. She remembered eating pizza while talking to her girlfriends, and then her fight with Jamaal. She had pulled out the gun Jennifer had recommended she buy when Jamaal wouldn’t stop hitting her. But she knew she hadn’t fired a shot. The police informed her that they would be in contact with her. With the help of an officer, Mother Jamison moved Aubrey to the bedroom and soon she was sound asleep.

Mrs. McIntyre arrived thirty minutes later in an anguished state. “Where is my son? What happened to him?” she demanded.

Mother Jamison attempted to lead her to the couch but Mrs. McIntyre insisted on standing. “Where is Aubrey? I want to know what happened,” she demanded.

“Aubrey just went off to sleep,” Mother Jamison answered firmly. “It has been a long, tough night for my daughter and she has gone through a lot lately. It is true they were fighting and your son, Jamaal, hit his head. He was declared dead.

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