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Pastor Layton and Lady Natasha Briggs were destined to marry. Well, according to their parents who arranged things before they were old enough to walk.
Now, thirteen years later, Layton and Tasha find themselves at odds. Love, honor and cherish have all been replaced with arguing, accusations, and domestic violence. A toxic environment that is tainting the heart and mind of their six-year-old daughter Lael.
Early one Sunday morning, things take a more violent turn, leaving Lael to make a 911 call that will chill the darkest of souls.
Proverbs 18:22 says, "He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord." But what happens when the love is lost and there are secrets behind closed doors?
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“911, what’s the address of your emergency? Hello, is anyone there? Hello? Unit 1902 in the area of Lockridge Road and Baxter, please be advised we have an open cell phone line. I’m trying to get the location. Hello, this is 911, is anyone there?” Screams “Please, ah, I’m sorry. Please stop.” “You want me to stop? Why, isn’t this what you wanted? Huh?” “Please. I’m sorry. You’re hurting me. Call 911.” “Shut up. It’s too late.” “It’s not. I’ll tell them I did this to myself. Please I’m dying.” Silence “Hello, is anybody there? Dispatch, there seems to be someone in trouble. Start an ambulance to the area. I almost have the address.” “Will you let me see Lael? All I want is to see her one last time.” “Hell no. If you want to see her, you’ll have to crawl to her.” Groans, screams and crying. “Please,” someone begs. “You made me do this,” someone screams. “You.” “Hello, is anybody there? This is 911. If you’re in trouble, exhale a deep breath or press a button. Hello.” The phone is being moved around. “Hello, are you there?” a crying voice asks. “Yes, I’m here. Who am I speaking with?” “My mommy needs help,” she says. “Okay, I’m going to help your mommy. My name is Maggie, what’s your name?” “Lael. L-A-E-L Briggs.” “Lael, how old are you?” “Six.” “Can you tell me your address?” “12300 Lockridge Road,” she slowly says. “Great,” Maggie coaches, “you’re doing great Lael. Now, can you tell me what’s wrong with your mom? 1902, I’ve made contact with a six-year-old little girl who says her mother needs help. The address is 12300 Lockridge Road. Lael, can you tell me what’s happening? Lael, talk to me. What’s happening?” Sounds of gunshots. “Mommy, no!” “Lael, Lael; Unit 1902, please be advised we have shots fired.” Get your copy HERE