"Christian!"
I bundle under the covers hearing a raucous downstairs, mild panic eating at me so I think the
worst.
Tony went to his apartment or maybe Chey's if he was being secretive and he's the only one with
a key to the house. I know he's not coming in at midnight, so there's only one solution that the
sound of banging and footsteps could imply. Someone broke in.
Christian and I both started keeping our phones on the counter downstairs to charge at night
because apparently 'thats the healthy way to get rid of your dependency', so I can't call the
police.
I shake my fiance harder and whisper yell my pleads for him to wake up.
"Christian!"
Normally he just groans or rolls over and pulls me closer, but he must notice the raw fear in my
tone as he bolts upright and grabs my
