Dispatch: 911. What is the nature of your emergency?
Caller: Hello? Hello?
Dispatch: Yes, ma’am. What is the nature of your emergency.
Caller: Uh…my boyfriend. He won’t leave. He said he was leaving an hour ago, but he’s still standing in the driveway.
Dispatch: Is he threatening you?
Caller: No. We, uh, we had a fight. I told him to get out. Go back upstairs, Claire. Now!
Dispatch: Do you live at 716 Linden Drive?
Caller: What? Oh. Yes.
Dispatch: What is your name, ma’am?
Dispatch: Ok, Kelli. Is your door locked?
Caller: Yes, but he has a key. (unintelligible) Hey! I called the police! They’re on their way!
Dispatch: Kelli. Kelli! I’m going to have to ask you not to antagonize him.
Caller: Sorry. (unintelligible)…he doing? Oh, God!
Dispatch: Kelli, tell me what’s happening.
Caller: Claire! Lock your door and get in your closet! Oh, God! He has a gun!
Dispatch: Kelli, keep calm. Do you have an upstairs or room that can be locked?
Caller: (unintelligible) (crying sounds) He’s at the door! Oh, God! Please, help me.
Dispatch: Units are en route. Kelli, you need to find a place to hide.
Caller: Claire! What are you doing? I told you to hide upstairs! (scream) Oh my God, he’s inside. (male voice) Think you can (unintelligible)…me? (gunshots)
Dispatch: Kelli? Kelli!
Caller: (male voice) Kelli can’t come to the phone right now…You stay there, Claire! It’ll be alright. I wouldn’t hurt you.
Dispatch: Sir, what is your name?
Caller: Stop crying, Claire! What? Bobby.
Dispatch: Bobby, please put the weapon down. You don’t want to scare Claire, do you?
Caller: No. I love that little girl. I love Kelli. She was going to take her away from me. I…I just couldn’t let that happen. I (unintelligible)…I love her. What did I do?
Dispatch: Bobby, please. Is Kelli still breathing?
Caller: No. There…there’s so much blood. Oh, God, baby. I’m so sorry. What did I do? (scream)
Dispatch: Bobby? Bobby! I know this is hard, but I need you to put your weapon down and wait outside of the house. Can you do that, please?
Caller: I…I…(unintelligible) Claire? I’m so sorry. What’s that? Cops? I can’t go back to jail! I won’t go back. Don’t worry, Claire. I’m going to see Mommy and tell her I’m sorry. (gunshot) (girl screaming)
Dispatch: Bobby? Jesus. Bobby? (shouting) Claire! Claire! Can you hear me? Jesus, please be okay.
Caller: This is Officer Wheeler. Looks like the suspect killed…
Dispatch: Is Claire still in the room?
Caller: Christ. Jeffries, get the girl out of here! Snap to, rookie! Her name is Claire. Sorry. Jesus, this is a mess.
Dispatch: Ambulances are en route as is Social Services.
Caller: Good. Kid’s going to need it.
Dispatch: Is she hurt?
Caller: The kid? Not physically, no. She’s covered in blood, but it doesn’t seem to be hers.
Caller: I know. Listen, my rookie’s getting sick. I need to go take care of the kid and secure the scene.
Dispatch: Take care of her, please.
Caller: Will do, Samantha. Sorry.
Well, my light-hearted interlude was certainly brief. All of two hours. This is my contribution to the Today’s Author WriteNow challenge for October 25. The prompt: He said he was going to leave an hour ago, but he’s still in the driveway.
Note: According to a “ten-code” list I found here a 10-16 is the code for a domestic disturbance. If you know of a different code, please let me know.
Comments, as always, are welcome.