Amora's pov
Stefan drops me off at home and drives off on an errand. The house is quiet as usual because my mother isn't back from work yet. I freshen up and bury myself under my sheets to sleep, but sleep is very far from me.
I lay staring at the roof until I heard a loud bang from downstairs.
"Is Stefan back?" I ask myself as I jump down from the bed to check for his car in the garage, but it's not there.
Engulfed in fear, I grab the baseball bat from my closet and tiptoe downstairs.
"Who's there?" I whisper as I gently walk down the stairs and straight to the living room.
Another crash sounded from outside, and I immediately rushed back upstairs to get my phone.
I try calling Stefan, but his line isn't connecting; neither my father's nor my mother's lines are too connected. My ha
