Minutes later, the distant sound of a siren faded in. The wail of the siren grew louder and louder until a sheriff’s car, complete with flashing blue lights, pulled into the driveway. An unmarked squad car with a flashing blue emergency light on its dash pulled in behind the sheriff’s car.
Brielle, the girls, and baby sat, all huddled together in the living room on the sofa as the deputies and sheriff’s investigator worked, searching for fingerprints. Grant Lindsay, the investigator, inspected Brielle’s gun, turning it over in his hands.
“Nice piece you got here.” He said, “Glock 9-millimeter pistol. That’ll sure do the job. Where’d you get it?”
“My brother bought it for me for my 20th birthday years ago and even taught me how to shoot it.” Brielle answered.
Grant looked at Brielle and gave her back her firearm, “He must not have taught you very well because you fired three shots at the guy and…you missed.”
“Well, I’m surprised because I aimed right at him. And my brother taught me just fine. The guy just got really lucky- probably had a grandmother out there somewhere praying for his sorry ass.” Brielle said in a voice dripping with disdain.
“You just moved here from California, right?” Grant asked.
“That’s right.” Brielle answered.
“California’s a Liberal state. ‘Got some tough gun laws out there. How is it that you were allowed to keep it?”
“You could keep a gun in your home you just couldn’t carry it anywhere.”
“Well, you’re lucky the break-in happened here instead of in Cali. Because, if it happened there and you shot at the intruder, they might be locking you up right about now. But the good thing about Tennessee is that we have The Castle Doctrine. And you can fire at a criminal as long as he’s in your house.” Grant informed.
“I’m fully aware of that.”
“I see you have three children there. So, you had to move to California to find a husband, huh?” Grant asked.
“Excuse me?” Brielle scoffed, feeling that the cop was beginning to get personal (and insulting) with the game of twenty questions.
The Police Mock Brielle
“Where’s your husband?”
“What does any of this have to do with what just happened tonight?”
“It has everything to do with it. If you took the children and left him, regardless of the reason, he may be here looking for you or he may have sent someone to look for you.” Grant explained.
Brielle was an intelligent woman. She knew that this was a reasonable and legitimate explanation. After all, she’d heard of the millions of cases where abusive husbands did, in fact, travel to other states, even across the country, to hunt down their wives and kids and take revenge. What she didn’t understand, however, was the insulting question before the last, which was clearly a dig at her and so uncalled for. Nevertheless, she felt she had no choice but to answer, as much as she hated it.
“He’s still in California as far as I know.” Brielle told him.
“How do you know that?” Grant asked her.
“I don’t.” Brielle answered.
Brielle is Questioned About Her Estranged Husband
“Can you tell me about your husband? And why you left?”
“He was an abusive man. Abused me and the girls. I got tired of being a prisoner in my own home. So, I took the girls and left while he was at work. I wanted to be free of him and to teach my girls that they don’t have to take abuse from a man. That if they’re ever in a relationship that harms them, they’re always free to walk away and create a better life for themselves.” Brielle said.
“Uh-huh.” Grant grunted as he continued scribbling on his clipboard, “So you leave Thomasville and run into trouble again in California. Thats pretty hilarious. Trouble seems to be waiting for you everywhere you run, don’t it?”
He then handed it to Brielle and gave her the pen. Brielle paused, glaring at Grant
“Read over this report and then sign to verify that everything you say here this morning is true to the best of your knowledge.” He instructed.
Brielle took a minute to read over the report, then signed the document before handing it back to Grant. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice coming from her front porch.
“My granddaughter lives here, and I want to see if she’s alright.” The voice of Grandma Bennett could be heard telling one of the deputies outside.
Grandma Bennett Arrives
Grandma Bennett came through the door and Brielle stood up as Grandma Bennett walked over to her and hugged her.
“What happened?” She asked in a concerned tone.
“Somebody broke in, Grandma.” Brielle informed her.
Grandma Bennett gasped.
“Oh, Lord, Jesus! Did he take anything? Did he hurt any of you?” Grandma Bennett asked in horror.
“No, Grandma. I fired three shots at him, and he ran.”
I’m in bed sleeping so sound, then I get jolted out of my sleep by a bunch of sirens. I looked out the window to see them headed your way. That’s when I jumped in my clothes and headed right over!”
Grandma Bennett took Brielle in her arms and hugged her tight. Suddenly, Brielle heard another voice. It was Raina coming through the door to check on her. Her sister Kim was with her.