A Woman on Fire

Jealousy and hate took away Joy's family and violence and blood shed is the only thing that will heal her pain Joy's son Alonzo and husband Wayne fall victim to murder, because of jealousy and hate. Joy's anger rages, and her thirst for revenge fuels her. She puts faces to the voices of the kidnappers who murdered her husband and son. Joy hunts down everyone involved in the death of her husband and son and sheds their blood. A car pulled into the entrance of the alley and stopped. A tall dark silhouette got out of the car and walked towards them with a duffel bag in his hand, Joy knew it was Wayne. Wayne walked up to them. One of the masked men stopped Wayne and checked him. "Give me the money!" Brandon ordered. "Let my family go first." Wayne replied, then opened the bag and showed the money. Brandon took off his mask and had a big smile on his face. Brandon snatched the bag out of Wayne's hand. "Go!" Wayne told Joy. Wayne already knew what was about to happen next. He knew he came to trade his life for his family's life. Joy picked up Alonzo and ran towards the car. That is when she heard two gunshots. She stopped, turned around, and saw Wayne hit the ground hard. She was about to help Wayne until she saw one of the men with his gun aimed at her. Then the gunshots started. The masked men ran towards Joy and Alonzo as their guns blazed. The sparks from the guns light up the alley. She ran quick towards the car with Alonzo in her arms, and felt the heat of the bullets that flew past her. The driver's side door was open and the car was already started. She laid Alonzo on the passenger seat that is when she saw all of the blood on his shirt. She lifted up his shirt and looked at a big hole in his chest as blood oozed out of the wound. She put the car in reverse and backed out of the alley as two bullets flew through the windshield. She whipped the car out of the alley, smelling the burning tires. A bullet flew through the driver side window and entered her jaw. The sight of her bloody son motivated her past the pain of the bullet embed in her mouth and she sped off. She never drove so fast in her life or dodged through traffic so swiftly, before she ran the car into the entrance of the University of Maryland Hospital's emergency room. She pulled Alonzo out of the car and carried him into the emergency room. Her mouth was so swollen from the bullet that she could not tell the receptionist what was wrong. She just laid Alonzo's bloody body on top of the receptionist's counter. Everybody scrambled fast and got Alonzo medical attention. She was so worried about her son that she did not care about the bullet in her mouth. She cried herself into dehydration. If it were not for the tranquilizers, she probably would have lost control of herself. She felt deflated after losing Alonzo and Wayne. Her life meant nothing, because her family had just been taken from her. Her demeanor became demented. She said nothing to the detectives. Even though she wanted justice, she never told the detectives who the kidnappers were. She told them that she was in shock and could not remember anything at the moment.