My Bestfriend's Man (20 page)

Savannah

The loud banging coming from
downstairs and the constant ringing of my phone rocked me out of my dream. It
was a good dream too. It was about me and Brandon. We were happily
married with
twins. I shook my head at the
thought of having twins.

I jumped at the banging coming
from downstairs. My phone constantly sang and vibrated against my dresser. The
banging downstairs had me paranoid and I was a little apprehensive in
answering. My mind drifted to Brian and I thought back to the night he came
banging on my door because he had a bad dream. I rolled my eyes at the memory.

I grabbed my baseball bat that
sat beside my bed and threw on my robe. My heart anxiously beat in my chest. I
picked up my phone. Roxie’s picture flashed across the screen. I wondered what
she wanted this time of night.

“Hello,” I answered as I walked
towards my bedroom door. The banging stopped.

“Savannah!” Roxie squealed into
the phone. The tone of her voice put me on
edge
.

“Roxie, what’s wrong?” I asked as
I placed my hand on the knob of my bedroom door.

“You need to open the door now.
The police are here.”

“What the hell is going on?” I
asked swinging my bedroom door wide open.

“They won’t tell me. They keep
saying they need to get in touch with Savannah Lee.”

“I’m coming now.”

I quickly ran down the stairs
nearly tripping and busting my ass in the process. My mind went haywire trying
to figure out what was going on. I opened the door and two uniformed police
officers along with Roxie stood on my front porch. As soon as my eyes landed on
them I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Are you Savannah Lee?” One of
the uniformed officers asked me.

“Yes,” I said nodding my head. I
could feel myself near tears and I had the slightest idea why they were even
there. Roxie pushed her way past them and stood by my side.

“I’m afraid we have some terrible
news. There’s been an accident.”

“Accident?”

“There was a fire?”

“A fire?” I repeated. He was
prolonging what he had to tell me. I could see it in his eyes the news wasn’t
good.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but
your parents were killed in a fire.

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