I'll kill You(Part 2)

Doomsday

Five minutes going by, it was so quiet in the house. it felt like I was the only person in the house now. "God damn it why the f**k isn't my phone turning on?" I kept thinking to myself. I had been in my room trying to get my phone to charge for five minutes.

Even though I assumed at this point whatever or whoever was making those banging noises were probably just a random person robbing us. It was quiet, so maybe they had taken whatever they wanted and left.

I sit on the bed, not going to leave my room, until I can find a way to contact someone. sitting at the edge of my bed with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I started scanning the room, and then I looked down where my charger was plugging in it. "Oh s**t! it's not even plugged in, " I said to myself. I fixed it, and then my phone started charging. It was a big relief. I just had to wait a few minutes until my phone turned on, and then I could get help.

During that wait, the quietness started to go away. I could hear the floor creaking, and the sounds would shift from one side of my door to the other side. I looked over at my bedroom door still sitting on the bed, terror filling my body. The random creaking had me sitting straight up.

At this point, I was terrified. "Hello?" I said, my voice trembling with fear. After me saying hello, the creaking noise came to a complete stop. My body is shaking uncontrollably out of fear at this point. My eyes starting to fill with tears. I turn my focus from my bedroom door to straight ahead in front of me. "Well, it isn't much, but I'll be able to defend myself," I thought to myself. I stood up quickly walking straight ahead from the direction I was sitting on the bed. Straight ahead there was a dresser and the last bottom right dresser draw I have a collection of pocket knifes that I collected for the style, but today this mother fucker was going to be used. I needed to make sure in the worst case, but most likely case I could at least have a chance at defending myself. I was looking through my collection. I should have more than one just in case, and it should be the best ones I have. Which just so happened to be all my favorite ones. I grab a metallic blue 7-inch pocket knife. It was pretty illegal to even have, but it was going to give me a good chance at surviving. I grabbed another 7-inch pocket knife that was green and one last one that was blue. I had the blue and green pocket knife tucked into my shorts. The sharpest knife was my purple one I kept in my hand. Opening my blade to be ready for when things got f*****g real. I'll kill this mother fucker, whoever the hell this person was breaking into my home. I wouldn't let them hurt me. I heard the creaking again but this time I couldn't make out an idea of where they were walking because the creaking was very faint..

"Hello? I heard your footsteps! I know it's somebody in my house!! GET THE f**k OUT OF HERE!" screaming as Ioud as I could. The fear carried on through my voice. "I called the cops already! they are on their way!" I said to whoever was on the other side of my bedroom door. The fear that was instilled in me at that moment was starting to overtake my body. I was beginning to panic.

Things were quiet. The creaking sound I can begin to hear again sound like they were walking away from my door towards the stairs. I was praying to God that they were leaving. I jumped to the sound of my phone going off. It had charged enough to turn on, and when I tell you I was grateful, I was grateful.

"Oh..my god... THANK YOU!" I cried so relieved that I could finally call 911. I called 911 and told them the situation. "Okay ma'am we have units on the way to you now. Do not leave your room until the police get there and tell you it's safe." The 911 opporater instructed me to do. "O.. okay," I replied, voice trembling in fear, but I had some hope at this point that everything was going to be okay. I hung the phone up and sat on the bed. My right leg bounced up and down from the fear that was inside of me and my anxiety from the fear. "I wish these police get here fast!" I couldn't help thinking to myself.

Every second that went by knowing I could be in very deep s**t was making me more and more anxious. I sat on the bed as I waited for the police to arrive, tears uncontrollably falling down the sides of my cheeks as I clenched the pocket knife with my hand. Staring at the door, hoping whoever was on the other side of that door wouldn't try to bust in my bedroom.

Moments later, there were several extremely hard knocks on my bedroom door. "Ahhh!" I screamed. "PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE! COPS.. COPS THERE ON THE WAY!" I yelled in so much fear because the loud, hard aggressive banging had came out of nowhere. Startled me so bad that I started to feel my heart pounding. I was starting too, not feel too well. "Oh my god, I need to call my parents," thinking to myself and I'm such an i***t I should have been told them. This fear is making me not think smart when it should be my motivation for me to think even better. Unlocking my phone again, I immediately went to my contacts, putting my mom and dad and my uncle in a group chat. "Hey, mom,dad,Unc... please come home now!! I locked myself in the room... there is someone in the house. I think we are being robbed. I'm scared please come home now, please!" My group text said. As soon as I sent that, I called my mother's cell phone right after. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. I called my dad's phone as well, the same thing. It rang and rang, but he didn't pick up either. So I was seriously hoping my uncle would pick up the phone. I called my unc, and just when I thought he wasn't going to answer. "Hey Tyler? everything okay?" He answered the phone as if he thought I was only calling to talk about their trip. I start crying hard, pleading and begging for his help and asking him to come home. "Tyler, what?" he said. "What do you mean what? you didn't hear what I just told you? come help me now!" I said very desperately. "Hello?" my uncle said on the other line. "Hello..? Can you hear me?" I said after. My frustration, starting to be overwhelming, I was crying even harder.

Two minutes later, the phone beeps. I look at my screen, "Call Faild." Reading the screen of my phone. I completely forgot that where they went for business was only one hour and thirty minuets away, but where they were at, had little to no service. "Oh f**k, how the hell will they know what's going on?" At least I knew help was still on the way.

I stand up, walking to the opposite side of my bedroom, where I have a window showing our front yard. I was looking out that window, hoping the police were outside. The hope became a quick disappointment when I saw no police car outside my house. The banging on my door happened again, but this time, it was even more intense.

Uncontrollably, I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I cover my ears, hoping if I drain some of the aggressive banging I was hearing that would help me remain calm enough and focused enough to at least defend myself. "PLEASE! stop!" I repeated that phrase five more times before finally the aggressive banging stopped. Right after something slide under my door into my room from the hallway. It was a white piece paper, and it was a folded up.

"So it is someone in my house." I told myself, of course I already knew that, though. Being as careful and steady as I cry in fear and confusion, I slowly walk towards the paper that was pushed under my door into my room. Terrified and wondering what this piece of paper had written on it. I pick it up. Tears are starting to fill into my eyes before I even open the paper, praying it's not the worst.

Opening the paper, I read in big red letters, "MISS ME?" Terror over coming my body, then anger as I knew all this time that Johnson's stupid b***h ass was planning something all these mother f*****g years. How does she get shot in our basement before by policed and then

I was saved and brought up by the police officers. Thinking she was dead, nobody was down there just yet waiting on the detectives to arrive. When they do

she's no longer down in the basement. Nope, just the dark colored blood stain that she left on the ground of our basement. Nobody ever found her or seen her sense then. I was so mad at that, the fact she was here again. I was also worried about Lilly my eyes starting to water up noncontrollably. As tears streamed down my face, I was thinking that maybe Johnson had got to Lilly.

Then it dawned on me that it could've been Lilly up there struggling and fighting Johnson. That's why she wasn't saying anything, right? That's why she hasn't replied to my text or tried calling me back at all, right? I pray Johnson didn't kill Lilly. I kept thinking poor, Lilly.

"Johnson, is that you? if so, what do you want, and why are you doing this to me? Just leave me alone, please!!!!" Frustration and fear and worryness filling my voice. I guess it was Johnson who was here because all the note had said was, "MISS ME?". Who else would say some creepy s**t like this and do this. Only Johnson, look at our history. "Hello? Who are you and what have you done to my friend!" I yelled towards the door. Demanding some type of answers.