Amy had regrets. All she wanted was to hold her baby again, and she was mad at herself for not protecting him. Amy remembered how she contemplated suicide after having a miscarriage. She assumed she would never have another baby. She felt too ashamed to tell her husband that attempting to kill herself in the living room of their home wasn’t the only time she tried to take her own life. Guilt consumed Amy when she thought back on the night she tried to shoot herself and threatened to shoot her husband if he tried to stop her. Amy admitted she had problems before she became pregnant with Omar. But it seemed like when she found out she was pregnant again, everything in her life felt like it was changing for the better. It was like giving birth to a cherub when Amy saw Omar coming out of her womb and heard him crying for the first time. She would never forget how Omar looked up at her after the nurse placed his tiny body in her arms. He didn’t cry that much. Looking into her bab

A few seconds was all it took for the bomb to detonate. It was a blast that turned the house’s living room into a fiery mass of rubble. What used to be a coffee table, a leather sofa, and a flat-screen television set, was now burning pieces of debris that covered the ground where segments of the living room’s hardwood floor used to be. Gregg’s ears were ringing. The ringing in his ears was so loud that he couldn’t hear his daughter crying. He could barely see her through a sea of smoke. Gregg coughed up his lungs and could see through the smoke that he no longer had a living room. He could also see a dark figure in the distance, walking through the fiery rubble that used to be the front part of his house. Gregg looked around to see that his little girl was right beside him. He could see tiny streams of blood leaking out of her ears. When Gregg saw drops of blood coming out of his daughter’s ears, he knew the sound of the blast damaged her eardrums. Even though his pr

Blood covered Amy’s hospital gown and her hands. She was sitting on the floor, holding Tony's dead body. She also had to deal with staring at her father’s body, which was sitting slumped over in a chair in front of her. The body of her sister, Lisa, was lying behind her. Amy burned a stare up at a tall, well-built hitman, named Paul Chandler, who was donning a snake-like ponytail and a pristine satin black suit and tie. “I get carried away,” the assassin said to Amy through his Texas drawl while glancing down at Tony’s body and the deep slash mark he put into the young man’s throat. “Your boyfriend was a cutie. I'm sorry, was he your boyfriend?” Paul asked in a mocking tone, pointing his knife down at Tony’s body, which was cradled in Amy’s arms. The hitman played with the knife he used to kill Tony and Amy’s father. His men shot and killed Amy’s sister. Lisa caught three bullets in her chest and stomach when she tried to stop Paul from slitting her father’s throat. She also

Amy ran over the bodies. Her mind couldn’t figure out if this was a terrorist attack or something else. She ran down the hospital hallway, trying to make it to an elevator. She had to escape from two Death Row Infantry-men who tried to grab her and the little boy. Amy discovered that her body could do amazing things. Her morning jogs and her daily exercise routines on her Peloton bike off. Also, her UFC training helped her. One soldier reached to grab Amy, and she leaped into the air, using her knee to knock the man out of her way. The second soldier who tried to grab Amy fell to the floor with a broken nose. Amy did her fighting while still holding the little boy in one arm. She made sure that her precious cargo was nice and secure while continuing to fight her way toward the elevator. One soldier after the next would get knocked down by Amy’s fist or her foot. Amy released all her wrath on one Death Row Infantry-man. She knocked off the soldier’s helmet and

Amy laughed when her dad made fun of himself after noticing ketchup and mustard decorating his shirt. Amy’s father had a talent for making her and her sister laugh. She thought about how her dad did a spot-on Snoop Dogg impersonation and had his daughters losing their stuff laughing. Growing up, Amy always saw her father as her hero. He had a tough but gentle persona. Most of his nurturing personality traits got passed on to Amy. She thought about how her father would wear his Nike cap backward and would sport his tattoos beneath his muscle shirts. She loved that her father’s favorite movie was Straight Outta Compton, and that she had to keep reminding her dad that the young man portraying Ice Cube was actually Ice Cube's son. Amy always considered her father to be an extremely handsome, but rugged, version of her favorite action movie hero, Jean-Claude Van Damme if Jean-Claude Van Damme was Korean. Amy would tease her father, calling him her Van Damme Papa Bear, which he hated.