Your POV

I looked toward Mark, he seemed like he wanted to tell me something but I wasn't going to force him.
"Mark, I'm going to head to my apartment now." I told him, he stared at me for a moments then nodded to me. I walked out of the house over to my apartment, I attempted to unlock the door but found that it was already unlocked. I opened it and took a step in, I walked through the doorway and a hand grabbed me from out of the darkness and kneed me in the back. Instinctively I bit their hand and screamed for help. I then felt a fist hit my face and everything went limp. However, I still remained conscious. I felt a small trickle fall from my lip and realized I was bleeding. The person grabbing me led me into my bedroom closet.

"Keep quiet!" A voice spat at me from the darkness. I would recognize that scratchy voice anywhere, it was Brad. Just thinking his name sent shivers up my spine. I heard the sound of a door opening and he covered my mouth again, this time putting his hand in a place where I couldn't bite it.

Mark's POV

I heard a scream coming from (y/n)'s apartment and started searching for any form of weapon. I couldn't find anything that made me look neutral to the situation so I got a knife and walked toward (y/n)'s door. The door was slightly ajar and squeaked sightly when I opened it furthet, I heard murmuring from upstairs and started walking up. I heard a man's high pitched scream and (y/n)
ran toward me, pulling me into a tight hug and crying. I pet her head for a moment then walked up the stairs, holding the knife in front of me. A man pushed past me running down the stairs, I ran after him and chased him out of the apartment. Who was he?