You’re currently lying in bed, waiting for your boyfriend, Justin, to come home when you suddenly hear a sound come from downstairs. Thinking nothing of it, you bury your head into the book again - figuratively speaking, of course. It was a book Justin had gotten you for your birthday and when you finally got to reading it - you just couldn’t stop. Your body tenses when another sound is heard. Normally, you’d blame it on the puppy you and Justin had bought about six months ago but since he was ‘visiting’ Pattie, you couldn’t. Marking the page you had been reading, you place the book on the bedside table and actually focus on listening now.
You yelp quietly when there’s yet another sound and this time it wasn’t the old house and you knew that you had turned the TV off. This time, it you are almost absolutely positive that it was a sound of a vase falling to the floor. Realizing this, you begin to chew on your bottom lip. There is someone in the house. And you’re home alone. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, you ponder about being quiet or actually confronting the intruders. They probably thought that there was nobody home considering you had turned off most of the lights before going to bed - like Justin had told you to do before he left for work. When he kissed you goodbye, he had whispered; “Turn off the lights before you go to bed. I’ll be right up with you anyway and we can make sweet love together. How does that sound, huh?” He had teased, with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
Hearing a door downstairs slam, you squeal - startled - and instinctively grab for your phone. You turn of the reading light when you remember that the door is open and if the intruders decide to come upstairs to take a look, they would obviously see the light shining through. Using your phone as a flashlight, you slowly unwrap the covers from your body. You walk toward the door, as lightly as you can, and sneak a peek downstairs. Your breath catches in your throat when you clearly see two shadows moving around.
Swallowing back a sob, you clutch your phone and practically crawl away from the door. You make your way to Justin’s side of the bed, the one furthest away from the door, and curl up on the floor - hopefully out of sight. With trembling fingers, you punch in the number and bring it up to your ear. It rings and rings and you silently pray that he picks up. Pick up, pick up, pick up! Please, pick up?
“Hello?” His voice crackles through the phone and you catch yourself from letting out a sigh of relief. “Babe, you there?”
“J-Justin?” It comes out as a question as you break down. Sob after sob escapes your mouth and you try your best to bite them back. You couldn’t afford to let the intruders hear you. “Babe? Babe, what’s wrong?” Justin asks concerned. Hearing you break down like that is hard for him, especially when he isn’t there.
“I-I think there’s someone in the house…” You sob, your voice trembling. You hear Justin’s sharp intake of breath and you imagine him running a hand over his mouth. “Baby… I need you to hide for me, okay? Go somewhere safe.” You nod to yourself, before letting him know that you’re already out of sight. You feel your breath quicken when there is another bang heard downstairs. “Stay there. Don’t make a sound. I promise, I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay? I’ll come home, baby. Everything’s gonna be alright. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re gonna be okay, [Y/N]. You hear me?” When you don’t answer, he pressures you until you do. “Do you hear me, [Y/N]? You’re gonna be okay.” “I-I’m scared, Justin…” You whimper out and you hear Justin sigh deeply.
“I know, baby, I know. Alfredo is calling the police now. I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there soon, I promise. You just have to be quiet and don’t move. Sit where you are. I’ll come home to you, babe.”
And he did. Not even fifteen minutes after hanging up with you, there was a big slam downstairs and lots of shouting. You sit tight on the floor - just like Justin told you, hands around your knees as you sway back and forth. You use this as a technique to calm down but it isn’t working too well because you have no idea what is going on downstairs. Suddenly, a pair of arms snakes around you and Justin hugs you tight to his chest. Stroking your hair, he soothes you with a gentle voice.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. You’re okay. You’re safe. We’re okay.”
You yelp quietly when there’s yet another sound and this time it wasn’t the old house and you knew that you had turned the TV off. This time, it you are almost absolutely positive that it was a sound of a vase falling to the floor. Realizing this, you begin to chew on your bottom lip. There is someone in the house. And you’re home alone. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, you ponder about being quiet or actually confronting the intruders. They probably thought that there was nobody home considering you had turned off most of the lights before going to bed - like Justin had told you to do before he left for work. When he kissed you goodbye, he had whispered; “Turn off the lights before you go to bed. I’ll be right up with you anyway and we can make sweet love together. How does that sound, huh?” He had teased, with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
Hearing a door downstairs slam, you squeal - startled - and instinctively grab for your phone. You turn of the reading light when you remember that the door is open and if the intruders decide to come upstairs to take a look, they would obviously see the light shining through. Using your phone as a flashlight, you slowly unwrap the covers from your body. You walk toward the door, as lightly as you can, and sneak a peek downstairs. Your breath catches in your throat when you clearly see two shadows moving around.
Swallowing back a sob, you clutch your phone and practically crawl away from the door. You make your way to Justin’s side of the bed, the one furthest away from the door, and curl up on the floor - hopefully out of sight. With trembling fingers, you punch in the number and bring it up to your ear. It rings and rings and you silently pray that he picks up. Pick up, pick up, pick up! Please, pick up?
“Hello?” His voice crackles through the phone and you catch yourself from letting out a sigh of relief. “Babe, you there?”
“J-Justin?” It comes out as a question as you break down. Sob after sob escapes your mouth and you try your best to bite them back. You couldn’t afford to let the intruders hear you. “Babe? Babe, what’s wrong?” Justin asks concerned. Hearing you break down like that is hard for him, especially when he isn’t there.
“I-I think there’s someone in the house…” You sob, your voice trembling. You hear Justin’s sharp intake of breath and you imagine him running a hand over his mouth. “Baby… I need you to hide for me, okay? Go somewhere safe.” You nod to yourself, before letting him know that you’re already out of sight. You feel your breath quicken when there is another bang heard downstairs. “Stay there. Don’t make a sound. I promise, I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay? I’ll come home, baby. Everything’s gonna be alright. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re gonna be okay, [Y/N]. You hear me?” When you don’t answer, he pressures you until you do. “Do you hear me, [Y/N]? You’re gonna be okay.” “I-I’m scared, Justin…” You whimper out and you hear Justin sigh deeply.
“I know, baby, I know. Alfredo is calling the police now. I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there soon, I promise. You just have to be quiet and don’t move. Sit where you are. I’ll come home to you, babe.”
And he did. Not even fifteen minutes after hanging up with you, there was a big slam downstairs and lots of shouting. You sit tight on the floor - just like Justin told you, hands around your knees as you sway back and forth. You use this as a technique to calm down but it isn’t working too well because you have no idea what is going on downstairs. Suddenly, a pair of arms snakes around you and Justin hugs you tight to his chest. Stroking your hair, he soothes you with a gentle voice.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. You’re okay. You’re safe. We’re okay.”
