Alex's Point of View
I look out the window of the car, looking at the boring were driving pass an endlles sea fo green, with wild flowers here and there. I turned around to look at my two younger sisters, Madeline and Marcia. They were sound asleep in the back seat, looking like little angles. Majority of theirs were fading because they were pained me to see the bruises on them, but to know there's nothing I can do to stop my father without someone being hurt. My father has changed ever since my mother died. She died four year ago in a car accident. It was a month after Maddie was born.
I was at home with Maddie in my arms with Maria sitting next to me. Maddie looked more like our mom than Maria and I did. She had our mother's baby blue eyes, and Her hair was the same dark brown with waves going through it. We were suck in the house because it was raining outside, but Maria wanted to go out anyway.
"Please," Maria begged.
"No!" I said sternly.
"Why not?" she asked sad and hurt.
"Because we can't take Maddie outside in this weather, and mom told us to stay in the house until she or dad came home. I will make you an ice cream sundae." I said, making her eyes light up.
I heard a knock at the door, so I sat Maddie down on the couch before I walked over to the door. I opened the door to see two police officers.
"Hello, May I talk to Ms. Isabella Swan?" the taller of the two officers asked.
"That's me. How may I help you?" I aksed with a curious look in my eyes.
I looked into the officers faces to see that they had a sad look in their eyes. I quickly began to think of everything that could be wrong. My thoughts went to my father, who was a cop, and my mother, who was on her way to the store. I finnally looked at the officers again, with fear of the worse.
" May we come in?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, moving aside.
They walked in, and I closed the door behind them. I saw Maria's eyes over the back of the couch looking scared. I finally walked over to the couch; I picked Maddie up, so I could sit down.
"Why are you here?" I asked scared.
"It's about your mother. She was in an accident; She is at the hospital as we speak. There is a ten percent chance she will survive." The short police officer said low.
I looked over at Maria; she had tears in her eyes. At the time she was only five years old, but could understand what was being said.
"Can we go see her?" I asked quickly.
"Yes," the officer said.
I put Maddie in her baby carrier; I grabed her diapper bag,and we left in the back of the squad car.