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