Hope sat up in bed. Did she just hear a sound coming from her livingroom? She listened carefully. She couldn't hear anything else but something didn't feel right. She quietly got out of bed and tiptoed towards the door. She put her ear to it and listened. She still couldn't hear anything. She opened the door and slowly walked out in the livingroom.
She screamed as a hand grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. She felt the blade of a knife being pressed against her throat.
"Shut up," the man sneered.
She looked at him but was only met by a pair of cold eyes. The rest of the face was hidden behind a ski mask.
"What the hell are you doing?" Another voice sounded as a taller man came into the livingroom.
He too was wearing a ski mask.
"Making sure we won't be recognized," the man with the knife said.
"You're not killing her. Put the fucking knife away," the taller man said.
Hope closed her eyes while the tears were running down her face.
"Please, I haven't seen your faces. I would never be able to point you out," she said.
The taller man walked over and grabbed the wrist of the other man.
"Let her go," he demanded.
She felt the knife leave her throat. She opened her eyes and looked at the taller man. His eyes were calm and apologizing. She screamed as the other man threw his fist into the wall next to her.
"You got damn lucky there, princess," he growled.
"Come on," the taller man said.
They left her house fast.
She stood against the wall for a short period of time, realizing what had just happened. She ran to the frontdoor and locked it. She ran back to the bedroom and found her phone to call the police. Then she turned on all the lights in the house and checked if anything was missing. They had taken her wallet from the kitchen and her jewelry from the bathroom but that was it.
