Melanie’s POV
But that wasn’t going to happen today. I haven’t survived living in this house only to be killed by an intruder.
So I did the only thing I could think of, I screamed.
“Aaaahhh!!!”
The intruder turned around in shock and I didn't think. I darted inside the kitchen, grabbed a nearby frying pan, and swung it towards his head before the element of surprise faded away.
Luckily for him, he ducked just in time and I took another swing at him but he was quicker this time. He grabbed my arm and we both tumbled onto the ground.
My fight or flight instincts were already kicking in and it was kill or be killed.
I started struggling and kicking him with everything in me and just as I was about to take another swing at him with the frying pan, the intruder yelled, “Melanie, stop!”
