Blood chapter 4
Hadji sat there waiting. He had seen the news media and the medical examiner leave. The police, however, were still there. Hadji was through crying. He got up and headed to the house. He sat on the hood of his car.Â
He yawned, he was exhausted both mentally and phyiscally. He glanced at his watch, 1:12 am. *What happened to the time? Where are they?* He asked himself. He glanced at the main gate and then back at the house. He wasn't allowed back inside. The police wouldn't allow him to check the survelience tapes. He bowed his head and it was then that he noticed how bloody his clothes were, Jessie's blood was on his shirt and pants.  He ran his fingers through his hair, which was easy since he didn't wear his turban any more. *Why? Why?* He kept repeating to hisself.Â
He glanced to the gate again and saw a person walking toward him. *Jonny?? * Hadji jumped off the car and ran to him.Â
"Where are the others?" Hadji asked. Jonny just stared at the scene. Hadji whispered to him, "It is worse than you think." Just then he saw Race and Dr. Quest walking towards him.
"What's going on?" Dr. Quest asked.
Hadji sighed. "Someone broke in . . . "
"Where's Jessie?" Race asked.
* Why does he always do that?* Hadji asked himself. "I was just comming to that. The person that broke in--he--he--" Hadji tried to fight the lump in his throat.
"Hadji?" Dr. Quest could tell that his son was having difficulty speaking. "Are you alright, Son?"
"I am fine. I wish I did not have to say this. The person who broke in must have had only one objective in mind because, he did not steal anything. The person," he took a deep breath, "killed Jessie."
Race grabbed Hadji roughly by the arms. "Are you sure?" He asked. *Why do i have to tell him? * Hadji thought as he looked at Race's worried face.Â
"I am sure. I was the one who found her." He whispered, as he struggeled to get free,but Race's strong grip held him tight and was getting tighter as he soaked in the news of his daughter's death. "Race, please let me go. You are hurting me." Hadji pleaded, but Race wasn't listening
"Race?" Dr. Quest called. He had been holding Jonny, who was crying hard. Â
Race let go of Hadji so suddenly that the boy fell.
"No," was all the grieving father could say.
Hadji sat there waiting. He had seen the news media and the medical examiner leave. The police, however, were still there. Hadji was through crying. He got up and headed to the house. He sat on the hood of his car.Â
He yawned, he was exhausted both mentally and phyiscally. He glanced at his watch, 1:12 am. *What happened to the time? Where are they?* He asked himself. He glanced at the main gate and then back at the house. He wasn't allowed back inside. The police wouldn't allow him to check the survelience tapes. He bowed his head and it was then that he noticed how bloody his clothes were, Jessie's blood was on his shirt and pants.  He ran his fingers through his hair, which was easy since he didn't wear his turban any more. *Why? Why?* He kept repeating to hisself.Â
He glanced to the gate again and saw a person walking toward him. *Jonny?? * Hadji jumped off the car and ran to him.Â
"Where are the others?" Hadji asked. Jonny just stared at the scene. Hadji whispered to him, "It is worse than you think." Just then he saw Race and Dr. Quest walking towards him.
"What's going on?" Dr. Quest asked.
Hadji sighed. "Someone broke in . . . "
"Where's Jessie?" Race asked.
* Why does he always do that?* Hadji asked himself. "I was just comming to that. The person that broke in--he--he--" Hadji tried to fight the lump in his throat.
"Hadji?" Dr. Quest could tell that his son was having difficulty speaking. "Are you alright, Son?"
"I am fine. I wish I did not have to say this. The person who broke in must have had only one objective in mind because, he did not steal anything. The person," he took a deep breath, "killed Jessie."
Race grabbed Hadji roughly by the arms. "Are you sure?" He asked. *Why do i have to tell him? * Hadji thought as he looked at Race's worried face.Â
"I am sure. I was the one who found her." He whispered, as he struggeled to get free,but Race's strong grip held him tight and was getting tighter as he soaked in the news of his daughter's death. "Race, please let me go. You are hurting me." Hadji pleaded, but Race wasn't listening
"Race?" Dr. Quest called. He had been holding Jonny, who was crying hard. Â
Race let go of Hadji so suddenly that the boy fell.
"No," was all the grieving father could say.