I woke up the next morning, to hear a banging noises.
Jack and I awoke with a start.
"Let..(bang).. me..(bang)..in!..(bang)" the person said between hits.
I put both of my hands on his shoulders, terrified.
He reached for one of my hands.
"What the frack is that??" I whispered.
"Chantelle, probably." He kissed the hand that he was holding.
"I'm going to check.." he let go of the hand, and walked downstairs.
"Jack.." I whispered.
He didn't hear me, because he was already at the front door.
"JACK, LET ME IN!!" Chantelle started hitting the door repeatedly really hard.
I could hear the sound of running footsteps, and Jack running into the room.
Jack grabbed my phone.
"What is wrong with you?!" I whisper-shouted.
"Calling the police." He said as he dialed 911.
Jack talked with the police for a while.
"Are they coming??" I asked, grabbing his shoulder.
He looked at me and nodded.
"We need to stay in here." He pulled me into a tight protective hug.
I started to cry softly.
"Don't cry.." he said, wiping my tears.
"What will happen??" I looked back up at him.
"We'll have to wait and see."
The banging continued, until we heard a crash.
The front door had been kicked down.
I buried my face in Jack's chest.
"Shhh.." he said, stroking my hair.
Chantelle made her way upstairs, and into Jack's room- where we were.
"Y/N," she said, cocking the gun and pointing it at me.
"You're dead."