Lesson 4. Dylan P<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A Break In <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Could it be the wind? Did I leave the window open again? Daniel, laid motionless, concentrating on the rustling noise coming from the living room down the hall. He lifted his head slightly off the pillow, exposing both ears, as he stared blankly, listening.\u00a0It has to be the wind, It probably blew the papers off the–BANG; <\/em>A loud crashing sound, followed by shuffling, he knew then, there was someone in the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sitting up straight immediately, the sheets falling off of him, he stared at the bedroom door, hearing the creaks down the hall, and his heartbeat in his ears.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh fuck, <\/em>who is it? What do I do? He felt his stomach drop, followed by nausea as the blood rushed to his head.\u00a0 His mouth was dry as it hung open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What do I do? Think. Don\u2019t forget to breathe. His chest hurt as it inflated, the ribs pressing against his racing heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another noise, closer;\u00a0 The bathroom? Are they that close to me?<\/em> He was now off the bed, standing motionless, staring at the door, his back arched like a cat, his shoulders almost reaching his ears. The faint moonlight shined on the doorknob, shadows made it seem as if it was moving.\u00a0Say something. Like what?\u00a0 Yell you have a gun. What if they have a gun? Say you called the police. I actually should call the police! Why didn\u2019t I call the police? Call the police, hurry up! Where\u2019s my phone? Dial 911!\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Daniel fumbled with his phone, before whispering to the operator. She comforted him, asked him questions, said someone was on their way. Daniel asked what he should do, he could feel tears forming on the edges of his eyes, the knot in his gut tightening. When out of nowhere, a rush of adrenaline, and bravery, (or maybe stupidity) spewed from his mouth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ve called the police! They\u2019re already outside! Get out now!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n He prepared for the door to swing open, his hands formed trembling fists, but it didn’t. Instead, he heard panicked footsteps rush away from him, the main entrance swung open, banging off the wall, as the intruder, or intruders hurried out– before all was silent again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lesson 4. Dylan P A Break In Could it be the wind? Did I leave the window open again? Daniel, laid motionless, concentrating on the rustling noise coming from the living room down the hall. He lifted his head slightly … Continue reading