Title...CanineBook

Nighttime}}

"Freeze!" A woman's voice echoed through the old building. She held a gun, a few other police officers behind her. They held weapons and flashlights, an eerie feeling chilling their souls.
"Come out, and everything will be fine." The policewoman gritted, listening for any sounds.

Suddenly, a man rolled out from the shadows and held a handgun. He pulled the trigger and shot three bullets, one of them hitting the policewoman. One hit her shoulder, another hit her chest, and one hit her stomach.
The woman fell back, eyes glazed.
The police officers, gasping, got to work and tackled him down before the man could shoot again. They cuffed him, but called 911 immediately.

"Operator?! We got a woman--she's been shot!"
"Sir, please calm down."
"I CAN'T CALM DOWN GOD DAMMIT! THAT WOMAN WAS MY WIFE!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Red and blue lights flashed outside of a big home in the city.

A little boy sat on his bed, staring into the lights. "Daddy?" He said, hopping off his bedside. The boy, named Maverick, was only 7 years old. He was oblivious to what had happened that night, and was worried about his father.

Maverick's father didn't come home until the next morning.

Maverick's father, named Chris, trudged home. He was sulking as he slowly made his way up the porch steps. He took a deep breath, his police cap in his tired hands. Chris opened the entrance, the door creaking slowly. His eyes had a black shading underneath, and his hair was frizzed in exhaustion.

"Daddy!" The boy shouted, running out of his room and wrapping his tiny arms around his father's waist.

"H-Hello, son." The man patted his son on the back while he scratched behind his head awkwardly.

Maverick bounced up and down. "Daddy! Where were you last night? There were flashing lights outside of the house! Was somebody in trouble? Did someone get arrested again?!" Questions filled Chris's head.

Chris snapped, "Maverick!" In frustration, he looked down, eyes filled in pain.

Maverick stopped, a dumbfounded look on his face. He plopped onto the carpet, listening to what his father had to say.

Chris sighed, "Listen, Mav, there's something I have to tell ya." He murmured. "Your mother...is gone..."

"Gone? What do you mean, gone?" Maverick tilted his head.

Chris knelt down. "She won't be coming back; so I need you to be strong for us." He tried to comfort him as best as he could.

Maverick's eyes started to tear up. "B-B-But I thought s-she said that she would a-a-a-always be here!" He started to sob.

Chris shook his head. "Now, boy, sometimes she won't always be seen, but--"

Maverick cried, "She d-doesn't like m-m-me?!"

Chris facepalmed. "No! Look! She just--"

Maverick got up and shoved his father aside, running out the back door.

"Maverick, wait!" Chris yelled, trying his best to keep up. "Mav!"

Maverick raced down to the meadow, tears streaming down his face. He tripped and fell, sobbing and shivering. In his pajamas, he curled up in a ball, cheeks red and his hair messy. He scowled, sniffling and curling up even more. He banged his fists onto the dirt angrily.

TO BE CONTINUED...