The Peters

-11:23 PM-

[Taissa's POV]

I can't feel anything as I watch Evan's body fall to the ground. Everything becomes a blur, I can only focus on his body and the fact that I'm screaming.

"Taissa" I hear faintly, snapping me back into my senses. I crawl over toward the his tense body, trying to catch my breath is gasps. "Taissa, 911 now, go get a towel." He whispers, the lines in his neck pulled tight from the pain.

"My Evan. Why. How" I mumble, tears floating down my cheeks one after the other.

"Baby, just go do what I said it'll be ok." He grunts, closing his eyes as he lets out a groan. I twist my head around looking for Devin but he took off. My feet push myself up and I run to the door, panicking horribly. It was my fault, it's always my god damn fault. Just to make matters worse there stands Quinton in the doorway to the house, quietly crying to himself.

"Mommy?" He says frantically looking up at me with his big wet eyes, his arms opening up and holding out his hands as if he needed to hold onto me.

"Quinn, go to the living room and sit there until I come get you hun" I cry to him, which just makes him more upset but he waddles away hesitantly. My phone is dug out of my pocket and I dial the three important numbers.

"911 - what's your emergency?" I stumble to the kitchen, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a few dish towels.

"My husbands shot I need help." I blurt out, barely able to speak through my sobs.

"Where are you located?" The lady asks trying to stay calm, I tell her as I rush outside, falling to my knees beside Ev. "Ok, I'm going to need you to stay on the phone, How did he get shot?"

"Devin" I sob as Evan grimaces, taking the towels from me. A pool of blood is surrounding his arm now.

"Help me get this under" Evan gasps, taking short quick breaths.

"Who's Devin?" The women presses on, I didn't know how to answer the question so I leave her sitting there for a moment while I help Evan wedge the piece of cloth under his shoulder. "Are you still there mam?"

"Ya" I mumble, tying the dish towel over his voice, making Evan scream. I whimper, it was all my fault. I distantly hear the ambulance coming, relief helped to calm me.
"They're here"

"Okay, good luck mam'" The phone ends with a dead line. I lean down close to Evan, wanting to hug him, be in his arms or something but I was scared of hurting him more.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, shaking in the night air. He shakes his head, his face not angry at all. The flashing truck, pulls up at the front and a man hops out taking a stretcher from the back.

"Kids" I hear him mumble to me, the amount of blood he's loosing was getting to him. I nod, kissing his forehead and wiping my face because I had to go in there and explain what happened to Quinton. I close and lock the door behind me, heading to the living room where a shaking 5 year old was peering out the window, up on the couch crying.

"Come here hun" I whisper, feeling a lump form in my throat from at the sight. Instantly he jumps up off the couch, and knocks his small body into my stomach, burrowing into it. I run a hand through his light hair which was beginning to loose its natural curls. I peel him off and kneel down to face him. I take a thumb and wipe the wetness from his cheeks while he stares at me with his plum lips open.

"What happened to dad?" His voice breaks letting sobs shine through.

"Listen daddy is really hurt right now. We need to get Tessa and head to the hospital." He nods, grabbing ahold of my neck for a hug, I frown as I hold him. He was so patient and acted older than his age. I run upstairs scared to see how Evan would turn out.

My phone buzzes and I quickly check it before going in.

Devin: I guess he already knows about us. Wanna hang out next week?

Sent at 11:23pm.