Knock, Knock
Gaby slowly opened her eyes. Not used to the sunlight shining through her window she blinked a couple of times. She extended her arms to stretch and her smooth, oak headboard. Gaby threw her soft comforter off her body and got up. Then walked towards the door. When she opened it, she saw her daughter.
"What Hija? Why'd you wake me up so early?" Gaby said tiredly to her daughter.
"There's a scary man downstairs, and he asked for you." She replied.
She sighed and said "Go get your sister and stay in my room."
Carlos was at the hospital, at one of his rehab classes, to help him adapt better without sight.
Gaby silently walked downstairs, tip-toed on the linoleum kitchen floor and grabbed a sharp, long knife. That was her only weapon she had to defend herself. She quietly made it to the living room and heard a voice.
"There you are."It spoke
Gaby jumped into the air and screamed "I've got a knife! Don't touch me!"
"Relax. I'm just a cop. I've got some questions for you."
Gabby turned around and saw him. The officer had handcuffs that Gabby hoped wouldn't be on her wrist. She understood why her daughter was so afraid of him.
"But Sir. I didn't do anything I swear!" She screamed.
"Ma'am, we have a reason to believe that you may have assisted someone in selling illegal substances."
Gaby gasped.
As the police car pulled out of the drive way Gaby's neighbors watched as their friend was hauled away. Carlos was called and he immediately drove back to his house to comfort his kids.
Wisteria Lane was in awe of what happened. Lynette, Bre, Susan, and Kathryn gathered together, outside of their homes and thought 'What has Gabrielle done now?".
To be continued.
Hija is 'daughter' in Spanish.
