Brooklynne's POV:
Later that evening I was up in my room reading a book that was on one of the bookshelves that were in the living room when I heard some crashing noises through my door that was slightly cracked. Not long after the noise, I heard a scream which sounded like Mr. Hawkins. No, I shouldn't be worried about him but I was. After all, without him right now I don't have a place to stay to get up on my own feet. Maybe it was dumb but right now I wasn't thinking about what was a smart thing to do and what wasn't.
I set my book down on the end table beside my bed and crawled out of bed. I heard a few more noises that sounded like something breaking as I opened the door more. It sounded like it was coming from downstairs. I tiptoed through the hallway till I got to the staircas
