Stone
The sound of both our phones ringing along with pounding on my front door had both Dominic and I waking up. The sun was barely up. I could tell that by the way, the light came in through the windows. Sitting up in bed was as far as either one of us got. Our phones still ringing were ignored as the front door burst open. In seconds my small apartment was filled with cops. Every single cop running in with their guns drawn pointed right at us. All of them yelling, instructing us to keep our hands where they could see them. A few others yelled a couple of other instructions, like telling us to get up and stay where we were and a few others that contradicted what another officer was saying. After a couple more contradictory commands, one of the officers in the front seemed to take the
