She stood there.
Not moving.
Not breathing.
Nothing.
I heard a flicker.
Next thing I know, I was kicked in the gut and on the floor.
Mark was kicked in the balls.
We struggled to get up, but she kicked us down again.
She grabbed the gun.
She kicked Y/N in the side of the head, and she fell to the ground.
"Y-Y/N.." I croaked.
Y/N was knocked out cold.
Chantelle took the kids and ran.
We laid on the floor.
Silence.
I dragged myself over to Y/N.
I leaned myself against the wall, and put her head on my lap.
After a while, I heard her whisper:
"S-Sean..?"
"Y/N.." I cried.
She sat up and hugged me.
"Can you get up?" I asked, grabbing her arm.
"Yeah, it's just my head hurts." Y/N said.
"Where are the kids?" She asked.
"Ch-Chantelle took them.." I said.
"What?" She cried.
She tried to get up, but couldn't.
I grabbed Mark's keys, picked her up, and ran to Mark's car.
I put Y/N in the backseat.
I ran back inside and picked up Mark.
I put him in the passenger seat.
I got in the drivers seat, started up the car, and sped off.