I'm not even paying attention to the movie on the screen, instead texting some friends in a group chat and checking Instagram when there's a quiet, near silent rustle from downstairs. I put my phone down on the bed, turning the volume down on the TV as I listen for it again. My door's closed, but the house echoes a lot when there's only one person left alone at home so I can hear anything even then.
What the fuck?
It's silent for a moment as I listen, then there's a creak on that one step on the stairs, as if someone is in the house with me. It makes me sit up and stop short, looking towards the door as I reach next to the bed for my baseball bat, just in case I'm not just shitting myself with fear. My pulse roars in my ears as I grip it in my hand, standing up at this point and lifting it over my shoulder. There's another creak, this time in the room next to mine as I head quiet shuffling in my parent's room, as if the person is looking for something.
I start approaching the door quietly, before the doorknob turns and the door opens halfway, letting me see into the dark hallway outside my room. I stop just behind the door, gripping the bat for dear life as I prepare to swing while I look into the dark.
"Who the fuck is in my house?" My voice has a slight quiver to it, and I hear a sharp intake of breath as the person retreats back.
A moment passes and I'm scared to move before the door swings fully open with such force that it breaks off its hinges and I'm knocked backwards onto the floor, bat flinging from my hand as another person falls on top of me and covers my mouth with a gloved hand.
Covered in all black, save for his piercing blue eyes as I look up at him, silently panicking while I'm trapped under him. From what I can tell, he's a lot taller than me, maybe 6ft, really well built, and has a light tan from the skin around his eyes.
"Shhhh...I'm not here for you, but I won't be caught either." Despite my fear, his voice is low and melodic to me, and I instantly become less afraid, because of it, and his words. I can't help but nod, agreeing to his terms as I see him looking my body up and down, almost hungry look in his eyes. "I'm going to need to tie you up. Do what I say, and you'll be fine sweetheart."
He gets off me and helps me up before he walks me over to the bed and forces me to bend over the bed as he holds my hands behind my back. Surprisingly, he ties my hands together with something similar to fabric or silk. Next he picks me up and puts me back on the bed on my back, and moves to the end of the bed to tie my legs to the bedposts.
"What do you want? I'm home alone and my phone is dead." I watch him as he ties my legs, forcing them to spread apart as I lay there.
"The safe. There's one on this floor isn't there?"
I frown, trying to remember if we even have a safe in the house. "I don't know...there might be but I don't know. Even if there is one I don't know what's in it."
His eyes flash up to mine, "Money. Your parents' money!" Next thing I know, there's a knife in his hand. "Don't play with me sweetheart."
My eyes widen as I try to move away from it, struggling against the bonds. "I-I'm not! I was never told if we have one."
He moves away and starts rummaging through my underwear drawer, grabbing a pair of panties before he comes over again. "Open up," he shoves them in my mouth and goes out of the room, leaving me alone in the room, legs spread with my arms underneath me. A few minutes go by, and he comes back into the room with a phone to his ear. "It's the wrong fucking house!" He sits on the bed next to me, a hand on my thigh as I watch him get increasingly agitated on the phone before he shuts it off and turns to me.
"Well babe, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. My partner got the address wrong. And now I have a problem. What...do...I do...with you?"
