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The sound of breaking glass, was what rose me that fearful night. I was going through a really bad breakup, and I had just gotten Emaline to sleep. I had just crawled into bed, and was having a pretty good dream when it happened. The moment I had opened my door, and saw the male standing there with my baby girl my whole world had come crashing down. I had begged him not to hurt her. My begging wasn't helping any. The look in his eyes told me I was going to lose her. RIght when I was going to lunge at the man, he raised a knife and cut off Emaline's head. I stood there watching in terror as my child's head rolled towards me.

The last thing I remember is the man bending down, picked up Emaline's head and looked up at me. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. "I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice" he had said, his eyes locked on mine. No one should have to kill a baby. When he turned around and started to walk away I wanted to say something. I wanted to lunge at him, I wanted to make him hurt for killing my baby! I just stood there in the doorway watching as he walked away. He surprised me and turned around, and he spoke again "my name is Xavier and I will be back for you. You don't know when, you don't know where, but I will be back" with that last word he turned and jumped out the broken window.

The moment I was alone, I sank down to the floor, pulled my legs to my chest and started to scream. I don't know how long I sat there screaming, but my voice was almost gone. I don't remember falling asleep, but the sound of my alarm going off woke me up. I slowly untangled myself and moved towards the bedroom. I moved to the bed, and shut the alarm off. I looked towards the bedroom door, waiting for Emaline to start screaming, telling me she was ready to get out of bed. That's when it hit me all over again. She was dead, and it was all my fault. I hadn't done anything to keep her safe... My baby girl was dead, and it wasn't a dream... It was real...

I didn't realize I was crying, so when I touched my cheek and felt it was wet I broke down even more. When I calmed down, I went out to the hallway and cleaned up the glass so I wouldn't cut my feet open. That's when the threat came back to mind, the man had said his name, and that he would be back. I didn't know when, or where. It scared the hell out of me. I dropped the glass I had in my hand and ran right back to my room. I dialed 911. My whole body was shaking as I talked to the woman on the other end.

By the time I hung up someone was knocking on the door. I slowly made my way downstairs, being careful not to step on the glass and I opened the door to two men. One man looked at me and I knew I looked like a mess. "Are you Kennedy?" the first male asked. I nodded lightly, "Yes I'm Kennedy" I said as I moved off to the side letting them in. The officers stepped inside and took off their hats. "My name is Officer Michals, and that's my partner Johnstone" he said pointing to the other. There was something off about officer Johnstone, with the way he was looking around, and not looking at me. I looked back at officer Michals and nodded lightly "It's nice to meet the both of you" I say shifting my weight from one foot to the next.

I stood there watching as officer Michals pullout out a notepad and pen, and looked towards his partner. "Why don't you go and take a look around Johnstone while I ask Kennedy here some questions". The other male nodded and without looking at me, started walking though the house. I turn back to the officer in front of me and cock my head to the side. Officer Johnstone walked through the kitchen, and didn't see anything out of place. He moved back through the house, and passed by his partner and the woman. He slowly made his way up the stairs and he stopped at the first door and peered inside.

It had been Emaline's room. He stood there and looked around. He silently felt guilty for what he had done. He had been the one who told Xavier where Kenedy lived, and where Emaline slept. He put a hand over his heart. He couldn't think about it for long. He turned away from the room, and spotted the broken window. His heart skipped a beat when he looked down, he saw the blood on the floor. He chewed his lower lip, before he went back down stairs to join his parnter. When he stepped off the last stair officer Michals shut his pad and looked towards him. "What did you find?" he asked slidng his pad into his pocket.

Officer Johnstone nodded over his shoulder, "there is a ton of broken glass and blood on the floor. No sign of the child" he said trying not to look at the woman, who was watching his every move. The moment the words left his mouth, I wanted to yell at him. Of course there is no sign of her! She was killed, and her dead body and head were carried out the window! I bit down on the inside of my cheek, as I looked down trying not to break down into tears once more. Officer Michals nodded his head, "Alright we have everything we need. Now miss Silverton if you need anything call my cell phone" he said as he wrote it down, and handed it to me. I nodded and took the number and showed them out.

I shut the door beind officer Michals and leaned against it. Today was already long, and it wasn't even ten in the morning yet. I pushed myself off the door and went to clean up the broken glass, along with the blood the best I can. When I was finished I went into my bedroom, shut the door and went to shower. Even though my child had been be headed right in front of me I still had to go to work. I sighed as I slipped out of my pajama and stepped into the shower. I stood there under the hot water for the longest time, I didn't want to move. I didn't want to live anymore. First my marrige went t hell, and now I had to watch my child get killed. I lost everything I cared about in a month's time.

When the water started to turn cold I shut the water off. I stepped out and wrapped myself into a towel. I walked out of the bathroom, the steam following behind me. It was strange not to hear the sounds of my baby, it broke my heart. I took a deep breath pulled out my work uniform and went about getting ready for the day. When I was done, I was about to leave the house and decided I need some time off. I picked up my cell, called Jonah and told him I wasn't coming in. I needed time to myself, and he asked why. When I didn't say anything, he didn't push. I hung up the phone, and curled up into bed. The moment I was in  bed I broke down once more. I wrapped my arms around my body, holding myself together almost. This was the only thing I wanted to do. Everything I had worked so hard for was gone... I am now a broken woman, who will never love anyone, or anytihng again.