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"Bella, I just have to run in to the bank. I'll be real quick," Renee said as she pulled into the bank parking lot.
"Alright," I sighed, "I'll wait in the car."
"I'll just be gone a minute," my mother promised, opening the car door and letting in the stifling Arizona heat. I watched her walk into the bank as I lay my head on the headrest, then closed my eyes. We were on our way to go "back to school" shopping, and since I hated shopping and had put this off until the last possible day, I knew it was going to be brutal. One day of nothing but shopping is not my idea of a good time.
After a few minutes had passed I cracked my eyes open a bit and glanced at the bank doors. I wouldn't have expected it to take this long to get money from the ATM, but figured there must have been a line. I wasn't worried.
Sitting in the car with the warm sun on my face and listening to the radio with my head back, I could feel myself start to doze off. With a start I realized where I was, and that ten minutes had passed since my mom had entered the bank. Irritation set in as I assumed she had run into a friend who she just had to talk to. My mom seems to run into friends everywhere we go, and can't avoid a conversation with them even if she saw the person the day before. It is slightly annoying when a five minute trip the grocery store turns into an hour-long adventure, which is probably where my hatred of shopping stems from. You would think at some point she would run out of things to talk about, but no. I knew if I didn't go in there to get her I would be stuck here for an hour.
I flung open my car door, and just as my foot touched the ground I heard gun shots. I could almost feel the color drain from my face when I realized they had come from inside the bank, and a second later I watched in horror as a man tucking a gun in the back of his pants ran out of the bank and down the street. As he fled at almost an inhuman speed, all I registered about him was his long, dirty blonde pony tail and the small duffle bag in his arms.
When he disappeared around the corner I pulled out my cell phone and called 911.
"Nine-One-One. What is your emergency?" the operator said in a bored tone.
"I…I think…there were gun shots, a-and…I think the b-bank was just r-r-robbed," I stammered as I started to hyperventilate, my fear taking hold as the reality of what I was saying began to sink in.
"I need you to calm down, Miss, and tell me your location," the woman said with a more serious attitude this time.
"Um," I said as I frantically searched for an address on the building, "2525 East Camelback Road."
"Are you inside the building right now?" she asked.
"No," I replied, "You have to send somebody right now, my mother is inside!" I almost screamed.
"Okay, Miss, I'm going to dispatch a unit immediately. Just stay calm," she said, pleading. It wasn't going to happen, though.
"My mom went into the bank and I was in the car waiting for her when I heard gun shots then a man with a gun a duffle bag ran out," I explained quickly before the stammers took over again.
"Do you know if there any other armed men or women inside?" the operator asked.
"No," I replied.
"Okay, I need you to wait in the car until officers arrive. Do you understand?" the operator asked.
"But my mom is in there," I said as I fought back tears.
"I know honey, but if you go in there you could get hurt, and that wouldn't help your mom," she explained.
"What should I do?" I asked. I had never been in such a dire situation before, and my wits were slowly leaving me altogether.
"Just stay in the car and wait for the police to arrive," the operator answered, "I'll stay on the line with you until they arrive."
"Thank you," I replied. The operator was silent after that, but just knowing she was there made me feel a little better.
Finally, after what had to be the longest, most agonizing five minutes of my life, the police and medics arrived.
"They're here," I told the operator.
"Alight. Good luck, I will be praying for your mom," she answered.
"Thank you," I said before hanging up and dashing out of the car. The police officers were getting out of their squad cars when I ran up.
"You can't be here," one of the officers said when he saw me.
"My mom is inside," I said fighting back tears with everything I had.
"Did you see what happened?" the officer asked.
"No, I was in the car and I heard gun shots, and then a man with a gun ran out and I called 911," I rushed through my explanation, "It happened so fast."
"Okay," the officer said while placing what I assume was supposed to a reassuring hand on my shoulder. The only thing that could bring me any comfort right now was my mom.
"Sir," an officer said from behind us.
"Yes officer," the man with his hand on my shoulder replied.
"I just heard from Dispatch. They talked to the manager inside the bank, and no one else is armed. They reported three GSWs," he explained.
"Alright, then. Medics, you can move in. Expect three GSWs," the man yelled as he dropped his hand from my shoulder. I prayed for my mom as I watched three gurneys get unloaded and rolled into the bank.
"Miss, what is your name?" the man asked me.
"Bella. Bella Swan," I answered quietly.
"Bella, I am Captain Denali," he replied, and I nodded to let him know I was listening.
"How old are you Bella?" he asked.
"Sixteen," I replied, and held my breath as the first gurney was rolled out. My worry eased the tiniest bit when I realized the person on the gurney wasn't my mom.
"What is your mom's name?" Captain Denali asked.
"Renee Swan. Wait - sorry, I mean Dwyer. Renee Dwyer," I clarified. I wasn't used to my mom's new married name yet. Just then the second gurney rolled out, and when it was clear my mom wasn't on it, my worry eased a fraction more.
"Alright Bella, can you describe the man you saw running out of the bank?" Captain Denali asked. The questions were really starting to get annoying and I grit my teeth to keep from snapping at him.
"He…" I began, but trailed off when the third gurney appeared. If I thought I knew anything about true fear before this moment, I was horribly wrong.
I froze as I watched them wheel my blood-soaked mother out of the bank. Everything covering Renee's entire upper body was dark red with blood, and I watched as the medics frantically tried to stop or, at best slow down the bleeding, but I could tell it wasn't working.
"Mom!" I sobbed as they loaded her into the ambulance. Captain Denali's hand was back on my shoulder, only this time he was restraining me from running forward.
"Let me go," I pleaded, "I have to be with her."
"They are going to need all of the room they can get to work on your mother in the ambulance, Bella," he explained, "I'll take you to the hospital and we'll arrive at the same time she does."
I nodded numbly and walked with the Captain to his squad car. Once we were in, Denali took off at full speed with lights and sirens. We didn't speak at all, which was fine because I was busy praying for my mom.
We pulled into the hospital just seconds after the ambulance, and when the paramedics climbed out I knew immediately that my prayers had not been answered. They all wore identical looks of defeat and anger.
"I'm very sorry," Denali said, making it clear that he too had noticed their faces. Ignoring his sympathy for the moment I ran over to the ambulance. I needed to hear the paramedics say the words. It couldn't be real and I wouldn't believe it until I heard them say the words.
"You can't be here," one of the paramedics said when he saw me approach.
"That's my mom," I pointed to the blood-soaked person on the gurney. The paramedics exchanged a look and turned back to me with pity in their eyes.
"Did she…is she…?" I couldn't get the words out.
"She didn't make it," one of the paramedics answered, "She suffered a gunshot wound to an artery in the chest, and even though we did everything we could there was just too much blood lost. I am so very sorry."
That confirmation did it. Even seeing my mother lying on the gurney, with no sign of life in her normally happy and sun-kissed face, and none of the paramedics working on her with any hope, it was those words that crushed me. I collapsed on the ground and let the gut wrenching sobs I had been trying to fight take over. My brain registered that the paramedics were trying to talk to me, but their voices seemed muffled and far away. I couldn't respond.
The next thing I was aware of was a strong arm around my waist. I recognized Denali through my tears and realized he was helping me up. We walked into the hospital and he helped me get settled in a chair.
"Who can I call for you, sweetheart?" he asked as he squatted down in front of me.
"My Stepdad, Phil Dwyer, I guess." I still didn't know Phil that well, and I really wanted my dad to be here, but he stayed in Washington after the divorce.
"Alright," Denali answered as he stepped away to make the call. A few minutes later he returned and informed me that Phil was on his way and would be here shortly.
"Can I use your phone?" I asked a while later, "I want to call my Dad and I left my phone in my… my Mom's car." Thinking of her car sitting in the bank parking lot sent a jolt of pain through my heart.
"Of course," Denali answered as he handed me his phone.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I stood and walked outside to make the call. I dialed the familiar number of the police station in Forks where he worked.
"Chief Swan," I heard on the other end. The sound of my Dad's voice immediately had me falling apart again.
"Daddy," I whimpered, my grief turning me into a little girl who needed her father.
"Bella, honey, what's wrong?" Charlie asked worriedly.
"M…Mom's….she's…she died," I stuttered through my tears.
"What?" my Dad asked in absolute horror. I explained as best I could in my hysteria what had happened, and by the end I could tell my dad was crying too.
"Bella, I am getting on the next flight to Phoenix. I will bet there as soon as I can," my Dad said through tears.
"Ok" I sniffled.
"I love you Bells," my Dad said.
"I love you too, Dad," I replied before he hung up. As soon as I hung up Phil came rushing toward me. His red-rimmed eyes let me know he was not doing much better than me.
"Bella, is it true?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around me. I just nodded into his chest, knowing that if I had to talk I would lose it yet again.
"My Renee," Phil sobbed, and I lost it. We stood there holding each other and sobbing until Denali came out and found us. I pulled away when I saw Denali, and wiped my eyes on my sleeve.
"This is Phil, my Stepdad," I said to Denali and then to Phil, "Phil, this is Captain Denali."
"I'm very sorry for your loss," Captain Denali said as he shook Phil's hand.
"Thank you," Phil replied.
"Bella, I am going to leave now because I know the two of you need some time, but I am going to need you to come to the station tomorrow," Denali said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I have some follow up questions for you," Denali explained, "I know that it's probably the last thing you want to do, but it is routine."
"Okay," I replied, too tired to fight about it. I wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep, although I knew sleep would not come easy tonight.
"I promise it won't take long," Denali said, and I just nodded and handed him his phone. He slid his phone into his pocket and, after giving us one last glance, he walked away.
Phil and I watched him go, and as soon as he was out of sight we silently turned and walked into the hospital.
AN: Thanks to my beta Jenn! I am so happy we finally mananged to pull ourselves away from Words with Friends on Facebook for longer than five minutes ;)
I hope you guys like the first chapter of my new story! Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks :)