Florida, Miami
"What?" Chris questioned into the phone.
"She's gone. I came here to drop some things off and there was b-blood on the wall and floor. The house was trashed. She's not here!!" Joyce cried as more tears strolled down her face.
Exhaling sharply, Chris got up off the bench. He was in the middle of practice right now and as always he's been sitting here waiting to start practicing with the others.
"Call the police, Mama. I'll be out there on the next flight."
"Alright Chris."
"And mama, please be safe."
"Okay Chris."
They ended the call and Chris closed his eyes for a second. He had a good feeling and he was assuming the right things.
"That b***h don't know what she getting into." He mumbled as he thought some more.
Just as he hurried to the Coach, Coach Keyes told the
