The Son's of Wickedness: Book1

"Sweeeeet, Sweet baby, where are you? I got your text, Swe...." " Sweet, oh my God! Sania baby. Ah, Sweet baby please get up! Come on Sweet girl you have to wake up. DREW, DREW!!Come here NOW!" "Sweet, PLEASE WAKE UP!" GiGi Her tiny little size 6 feet were the first thing I saw poking out from the door way when I walked in. The soles of her feet. Oh, God! **** "Sweet, PLEASE WAKE UP! DREW, DREW where are you?" Her eyes didn't twitch, squint nothing. She was laying in my arms as if she were just sleeping. Oh my God! Then I saw the blood. Dripping down her face, her long eye lashes were now caked in it. It was all over my hands, it was everywhere. My heart stopped. Oh God. "Drew," this time my attempt at a scream came out as something little more than a squeak. Oh God. "What the f**k Gi? Where you," His voice stopped when his shoes came up next to me. I didn't even hear him come in. I was to busy staring at my sister, my boss lady. The one that kept us all together, since the very beginning and here she was lying here bleeding in my arms, unconscious. Oh God! "What the hell! What happened Ginny? GIGI, LOOK AT ME! Did he do this?" That made my eyes jump up to finally meet his hazel green ones. How could he stand here and ask me that? "You know who did this. Sweetbaby, please wake up." I looked back up at Drew and he was looking back at me, with tears in his. Then we both look to her. We look to her like we always have. She was always there for everybody and I was too late for her. "Oh baby, I am SOOO sorry," I finally cried out gently hugging her in my arms. Q1p q q11 am so sorry. That's when I felt it. "Drew," I whispered grabbing up for his hand bringing him down on the floor next to me. He felt it too. "Move let me get her," he grumbled, popping back up and positioning himself behind me to take my place. "I don't have anybody to call Drew. What are we doing," I asked making sure to cradling her head as he lifted up her limp body. " I got this Gi. I know what I need to do," he said walking straight out of the front door. I kicked off my now bloodied pumps and ran behind him. Please God, please let her wake up. He can't take her from us like this. Not like this! "Please give her back to us," I mumbled on to whoever was listening as I maneuvered around the foyer, dodging the glass and debris around us. Drew was moving fast. His long legs were on a mission and I could barely keep up. But I wasn't letting her out of sight. Not again. The last time I left her she ended up like this. GOD, please give her back!