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'He's dead? No, this can't be happening. He was just here. What about her? They were fighting. Oh God, she must feel horrible.' These were the thoughts flashing through my head. "How long?" I barely spoke.
"About an hour," my mom replied. Those words struck me like cold water. I sunk to the cold concrete, the wind gently glided across my face, as if trying to soften the heartbreaking blow. I pulled up my knees in a defensive position and started crying. My mom leaned down and tried to comfort me.
"It's okay. It'll be okay," she wrapped her arms around my curled up form. Usually I pull away from her embrace, too emotional to want to be held, but this time I have no strength to pull away. I leaned my weight against the red brick of our house, the soft ringing of chimes added to the sadness of the scene. "Come on, let's go inside where it's warmer," my mother said lifting me up.
I looked around at the other people, his daughter and ex-wife were there, his next wife was sitting on the porch. She sat there, quiet and keeping to herself. I stared at the three police cars that brought this trauma, this bag dream. I regained my strength and walked inside.
"Where are you going?" Alice asked concerned.
"I have to call Matt," I quickly responded and ran to the basement, my haven from the despair. I picked up the phone and dialed Matt's number by memory, my heart racing as I listened to the ringing. He didn't answer. Of course he wasn't going to answer, it was four in the morning, he had probably gone to sleep by now. I thought of my girlfriend and realized that she was still with Tasha. I grabbed my cell and looked through my contacts, needing to find the number fast. I found Tasha's number and dialed it in my home phone.
"Hello?" I heard her tired voice say.
"Tasha?" I asked needing to make sure she was truly there.
"Yeah?" she questioned.
"Tony died," I cried into the speaker.
"What?" she ask confused, not really knowing who I was talking about.
"You know that couple that was staying here?" I said. "Well, the man, died."
"What!? Oh shit, calm down," she said comforting and somehow her words calmed me. I felt better calling her than Matt. "It's your girlfriend, Tony just died," she answered an unheard question. "You want to talk with Trisha?"
"Sure," but something inside me didn't like the idea, especially with the conversation I had with Matt earlier.
"Baby, calm down," I heard her sweet voice say. I didn't like hearing her call me baby, I knew this was a bad idea, the conversation with Matt replaying in my head. I noticed that I was softly crying and began to breathe deeply. I heard Trisha say more things, but they were all blurred out to me. I knew by now, that I had gone into a state of shock.

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'He's dead? No, this can't be happening. He was just here. What about her? They were fighting. Oh God, she must feel horrible.' These were the thoughts flashing through my head. "How long?" I barely spoke.
"About an hour," my mom replied. Those words struck me like cold water. I sunk to the cold concrete, the wind gently glided across my face, as if trying to soften the heartbreaking blow. I pulled up my knees in a defensive position and started crying. My mom leaned down and tried to comfort me.
"It's okay. It'll be okay," she wrapped her arms around my curled up form. Usually I pull away from her embrace, too emotional to want to be held, but this time I have no strength to pull away. I leaned my weight against the red brick of our house, the soft ringing of chimes added to the sadness of the scene. "Come on, let's go inside where it's warmer," my mother said lifting me up.
I looked around at the other people, his daughter and ex-wife were there, his next wife was sitting on the porch. She sat there, quiet and keeping to herself. I stared at the three police cars that brought this trauma, this bag dream. I regained my strength and walked inside.
"Where are you going?" Alice asked concerned.
"I have to call Matt," I quickly responded and ran to the basement, my haven from the despair. I picked up the phone and dialed Matt's number by memory, my heart racing as I listened to the ringing. He didn't answer. Of course he wasn't going to answer, it was four in the morning, he had probably gone to sleep by now. I thought of my girlfriend and realized that she was still with Tasha. I grabbed my cell and looked through my contacts, needing to find the number fast. I found Tasha's number and dialed it in my home phone.
"Hello?" I heard her tired voice say.
"Tasha?" I asked needing to make sure she was truly there.
"Yeah?" she questioned.
"Tony died," I cried into the speaker.
"What?" she ask confused, not really knowing who I was talking about.
"You know that couple that was staying here?" I said. "Well, the man, died."
"What!? Oh shit, calm down," she said comforting and somehow her words calmed me. I felt better calling her than Matt. "It's your girlfriend, Tony just died," she answered an unheard question. "You want to talk with Trisha?"
"Sure," but something inside me didn't like the idea, especially with the conversation I had with Matt earlier.
"Baby, calm down," I heard her sweet voice say. I didn't like hearing her call me baby, I knew this was a bad idea, the conversation with Matt replaying in my head. I noticed that I was softly crying and began to breathe deeply. I heard Trisha say more things, but they were all blurred out to me. I knew by now, that I had gone into a state of shock.