The police truck slowly pulled up in Sebastian's driveway and came to a stop.
Two men alighted from the truck, Grason and Sebastian's father, Johnson.
They looked around with curiosity etched on their faces before heading to the door of Sebastain's home.
Just as Johnson laid his hand on the doorbell, the door suddenly sprang open, giving the two middle-aged men the unexpected frights of their lives.
"Holy shit!" from Johnson
"Hands up!" from Grason, with his gun already in his grip directed towards the person who had unexpectedly scared them so much.
Johnson's eyes lightened up,
"Se..Seraphina Steele?" He called under his breath
Seraphina, who had her hands held above her head as ordered, struggled to balance on her two feeble feet as she heard her name.
She slowly fluttered her eyes open which were once squeezed shut and rested them on the two men. "Ye..yes" she stuttered
