(A/N:) RIP

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Evan's POV:

It's missing... I pulled open all the drawers of my dresser, whipping out all the clothes in a frantic frenzy. With a panicked huff, I exited my room and ran into the kitchen. A loud crash drew my attention and I looked over into the living room to see the large bay window shattered to pieces. Standing in the empty frame was a tall, dark figure, a blue hoodie pulled over his face. 'Shit,' I thought to myself and ducked down behind the counter, pressing my back tightly up against the wooden cabinets. My heart began to race, pounding loudly in my ears. My breath was broken and unsteady. I covered my mouth with my hand to try and mute my nervous panting.

The man's footsteps grew louder before stopping right on the other side of the breakfast bar. "Evan?" He called out, his voice barely above a low whisper. "I know you're close..." He stated, his voice taunting and cold. I clasped my hands tighter to my mouth, holding in a whine of fear. I knew it'd be the end of me if I stayed here. Without hesitation, I sprung up, running back to my room and slamming the door, locking it. I went over to my window, pulling it up hard in an attempt to open it but it didn't budge. I jumped as the intruder pounded at the door. "I know you're in there, Evan. Come on out!" He spat, his voice turning from a soft coo to a violent hiss. I looked around, feeling dread building up in my gut. The only place I could hide was my closet. I went in and closed the door behind me, crouching down low to the ground. I choked back a yelp as the bedroom door got busted down, wood splintering all over the floor. I watched through a crack in the closet door as he searched around the room. "Come out, come out wherever you are." The stranger called. He turned his head to look in my direction and I froze, fear gripping me in it's tight grasp. He slowly slid open the door, looking down on me.

Pointed directly in my face was my missing gun. The one that I always kept in my dresser in case of emergencies. How did he get it?

The hooded man slowly peeled away his mask to reveal his sharp cheekbones, crystal blue eyes and crooked smile.

It was my husband.

Delirious.

His lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Good night, darling." 

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(A/N:) ANgst, rip, sorry ,ldfkldfhasleeoihtoleholihrg;rno;ftugruejrehdihyefujkuidsajkwqbklqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqdshud

story of my life.

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