Amanda's pov (point of view)
"Come on Amanda please, you know they aren't going to be home till late!" Begs my best friend Stacy.
"No Stacy, you never know if they'll be home early plus I have homework to do. I'll see you at the mall tomorrow?" I reply. She wants me to throw a party for her and the girls but I know my parents would kill me if they found out.
"Ugh fine," she groans and runs off to the bus.

"Well good bye to you too," I mumble to myself. I quickly put in my earbuds and music then start walking down the sidewalk, I live really close to school and walking doesn't hurt anyways. I see the girls from the volleyball team, I wave and they smile back. I'm kind of the star player on the team.

I quickly get to my house and hop on the couch grabbing the remote. I turn on the tv and turn onto my favorite zombie show, Z nation, and grab some snacks before settling down. About halfway through right at the good part my phone goes off. Groaning I pause the show and grab my phone.

Mom: hey honey. My and your dad are going to be working late, are you okay by ur self?
I sigh, they're always working late.
Me: yes, I'm fine. When will you be home?
Mom: long after you'll be asleep.
She never gives me times. I mentally groan again.
Me: alright good night.
Mom: good night love you😘
Me: ya u 2.

I quickly place down the phone. Well now that the shows paused I might as well get some more snacks. I get off the couch and head to the kitchen and put in the popcorn. I swear I hear footsteps but I'm probably imagining stuff.

I grab my popped popcorn and go back to my show. I'm so into the show I don't notice when a figure steps up behind me until I feel a hand grab me. Screaming I jerk away and spin around to see what looks like a man in a mask standing behind the couch where I was sitting.

My first instinct to find a weapon, I sprint in the direction of the kitchen. The man seems to know this as he quickly grabs me mid run and hold me back, putting a chemical soaked cloth over my mouth and nose. I try to hold my breath but he seems to know this as he keeps the rag on.

Soon enough I'm forced to take a breath and I feel myself getting light headed. Another man walks in right before I pass out. I recognize this one.

Dad?!

Author note. This will be updated very slowly, my priority is on my new books not this rewrite. It will be updated in my free time. I've become a much better writer since I first wrote this but still would love it if y'all would point out errors for me. Cover made by graceisgone and thank you all for reading!