"I remember the good days.." Dae whispers into the phone. Her dark brown eyes focused outside the window looking into her front neighbors house. She had a gun in her left hand, a home made sniper with everlasting silence. Dae kepted focusing, hearing the little boy on the phone cry. He was around the age of 5 or 6.

 "Okay now Brandon the person fighting your father is trying to protect you, can you tell me whats happening love??" Dae muffles into the phone, watching Dasity her new neighbor shout at a young male, the male as well as towering over her. She continues to wait, still hearing the little boy cry into the phone. "M-my daddy has the b-boy pinned.." he cry's into the phone .

 Daes eyes widen,  quickly rushing to the walkie talkie on the counter. "Cameron dont let him near the kid!!" Dae shouts into it, then putting it back. She holds the phone to ear and grabs her gun. "Brandon keep talking to me." she watched her neighbors keep fighting "does your dad have a weapon on him?".

"Y-yea."

Dae whispers calmly into the phone. "Okay is it in his pocket??'

"Y-yes."

"Okay can you reach and grab it for me please??" .

All there is is silence from Brandon, but she can still hear the fighting from Cameron and his father. Dae slowly looked up, her eyes widening again, seeing Dasity holding a knife behind her back. she screams "Damn it!". She quickly shoots Dasity's hand then the males head, calling the ambulance with Brandon on hold. "hello this is detective Damien Jones? Yea can you bring a ambulance here?.. yea that address. thank you." she yawns quietly and takes the little boy off hold

"Brandon?.." she whispers, still hearing them fight. out of no where she hears Brandon scream.

"Brandon?!?!"