It was 2 am and I heard a loud crash as my kitchen window was shattered. Without hesitation I ran and locked my bedroom door. I couldn't help but thank god that my mom had the kids that night. Instantly I reached for my phone and called the police.
I could hear the voices of two men as they rummaged through my kitchen. Then the crashes and bangs continued as they made their way to my living room. I knew it wouldn't be long before they reached my bedroom door.
I was terrified!!! What the hell was the operators thinking when she asked me to keep talking while these men approached my bedroom door. I prayed the police would arrive soon.
Next thing I knew, there was a big bang on my bedroom door. This caused me to drop my phone and send it sliding under my bed. I could hear the muffled voice of the operator as she begged me to stay on the line.
I cowered down in the corner as one final bang sent the door flying off the hinges. The two men quickly entered the room and overpowered me.
One of them; a short stocky man with dirty blonde hair, yellowish brown eyes, and a long crooked scar that spanned from the bridge of his nose to the middle of his cheek, grabbed me by my arm and yanked me out of the corner. He threw me down on my bed. Being manhandled like that sent a sharp pain screaming from my shoulder through my arm and made me scream. He promptly slapped me across my face and told me to shut my mouth as he tied me to the four posts of my bed. He grabbed a sock from the floor and jammed it in my mouth covering it with a long strip of duct tape.
I felt the tears well up in my eyes and start to pour down my face. The taller of the two had to have been six foot three with jet black hair and the iciest blue eyes I had ever seen. His skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom, and to be honest I found him to be very attractive. I know considering the circumstances I should have been afraid of him, but I was somewhat turned on by his mere appearance. I don't know what was wrong with me but I couldn't stop the fountain that was pouring from my eyes.
The short man cocked back to slap me again. The tall man grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the hallway. I could hear them scuffling and arguing, and then the tall man re-entered the room, but the short one did not follow. He sat down on the bed next to me and assured je that as long as I remained quiet, no harm would come to me. I just looked up at him with my green eyes, which seemed to be glowing because the whites of my eyes were beat red from crying, and nodded acknowledging that I understood what he was saying.
It was getting hard to breathe with the sock in my mouth, and I'm pretty sure my face was changing color. The tall man looked down at me with a peaceful look in his face and with a soft tone said, "If I take this off do you promise to stay quiet?"
Quickly I nodded, wanting fresh air desperately. He slowly pulled the tape from my mouth and I let out a small squeak as he ripped the last corner of the strip.
Then he did something I never expected. He leaned down and kissed the red marks around my mouth, and one soft kiss on my lips. I laid there bound to the posts of the bed completely baffled by my captor's actions. Suddenly there was a loud bang on the wall and the short man was screaming about the cops being outside.