SIDNEY GOT SHOT

SIDNEY GOT SHOT

Vince continues to whisper his prayer, "Lord, You said if I ask it shall be given me, and when I seek I will find, and when I knock the door will be open unto me, Lord, I humble myself before you, I am sorry and I need your grace through this search, I beg You, Lord, to please don't sever my marriage, I love her Lord and the truth is, I really need her."

With his eyes still close he wonders what should be his next move. Everywhere he checked so far was unsuccessful and this might be his last chance to save his marriage. With his head resting on the steering wheel he closes his eyes as everything seems to be spinning around him.

Hearing his watch beeps he open his eyes to look at his time, seeing it was already five-o-clock. He realized he has dozed off. Still feeling groggy from his cat nap and with the car cut off the sweat was seeping down his forehead and his back.

Switching on the car seeing the gas gauge reading empty and he had already used up the gas from the container in the trunk. He knew he had to get gas and find a place for the night to start his search before returning to Escondido.

Vince knows his body is exhausted and he could not cover that distance back home this evening. All he wants now is to just drop on a bed to catch a few hours of sleep before having to start tomorrow.

Recalling Uncle Myles's words as he read the summons, Vince decided to return to Escondido, 'If she contacted her lawyer, then she must be around there, I am wasting the little time I have here?' Checking the map to see his location and to find a service station.

Vince locks up the car, thanking God he was not too far from the service station.

While walking he kept looking from side to side, still not giving up, hoping in his heart that she is in this town and he will find her soon.

Feeling the rain drizzling, "Oh no not now," running to find a place to shelter, knowing that he had not too long woken up and didn't want to get sick.

Breaking a corner only to collide with someone bouncing straight into him, both of us falling together. The place was beginning to get dark and the street lights were flipping on one after the other.

It can't be so late when I check the time it was only five-o-clock, looking at his watch it was just five-thirty but the heavy dark cloud overspreads the sky blocking out whatever little light it still had.

Unable to see the person's face clearly with blood splashes all over, "Aye buddy, are you okay?" Seeing a cut on his head and blood seeping out covering his face.

As he stood up and then collapses on the ground once more Vince wondered if he is dead, Crawling toward bending to see what was wrong. Feeling his pulse to see if he was still alive, and got a slight pulse.

When another came bolting through as though he was running from the devil himself. he looked scared and was also bleeding rather heavily on his hand on his head. He had collapsed right as he passed me.

Wondering what was really going on as the rain came pouring heavily, soaking him but then he heard the sound of a gunshot.

Vince stooped down not wanting to be seen or get in a crossfire. being afraid thinking it must be a robbery or gang-related issue. He creeps up closer anxious to see what was happening, noticing two men were struggling with someone on the ground.

Crawling closer to see who those two were struggling with, when the song in his head began, only to hear her saying immediately, "Don't just stand there, do something?"

"Sorry, sorry, is that you?" Feeling so happy that he has found her first instead of her family.

Vince step forward grabbing hold of the bigger person she was struggling with. pinning him on the ground, he was bleeding from cut wounds on his face and hand, wondering who had a knife because he had cut just like the others.

Unable to believe what he was seeing, the person she was struggling with had a knife when he check the tug he was holding he didn't have any gun so who fired the shot?

With everything happening so quickly when the person rolled Vince saw the gun on the side of the pavement. Before he could reach it she sprinted off the ground and kicked it away right before I grab him.

Immediately noticing that she is the one that got shot. He became angry but he thank the Lord, it was on her left hand. Despite her injury and the way her hand was bleeding so profosoiously, she was fighting so energetically maybe that is why the blood is running because her blood is hot but that didn't hold her back from giving him a good beating.

Hearing the one he was holding saying to him, "Let me go please, that woman is a psycho and this job is not paying enough for this trashing."

Unable to believe what he just heard, "Someone is paying you to fight her?"

"No mister we were paid to kill her but we are getting the trashing, I don't want to die like this least of all by a lady."

Vince started laughing seeing she had the other tug flat on his face. Pushing the tug he was holding towards her, expecting her to give him a good trashing seeing her had that brute scalping away in fear.

When she grabbed the tug he was holding on to, she shouted in her rage, "Who paid you to kill me, answer me?" As she took her rage out on him when she said, "So he wants to kill me? In that case then you will have to take him a message for me, tell him I say, now that I am not dead, I am coming for him," let him go seeing how he crawls behind the van.