Chapter 9

Clare's POV.

I picked up the phone and i called 9-1-1. "Hello. Police, what's your emergency?" A woman asked. Well... somebody broke into my boyfriends house and i am afraid my boyfriend might kill him

i felt like saying. "Somebody broke in."...

Eli's POV'

I heard a knock at the door, which was now behind the man. He flipped his blonde hair out of his eyes and mouthed "pretend you know me." I shake my head. "It's the police, if you dont open the door we will have to break it down." A man said. I knew they would. I needed them to.

I heard another rapping at the door. "WHO ARE YOU?" I yelled one last time. The man tried to make a break towards my bedroom, i stepped in his way.

I heard the door give-way before i saw it. Two police officers, a man and a woman, were charging inside. They had the man in handcuffs.

I heard Clare's footsteps making way toward the living room. As i turn around she is entering. I take her in my arms and hug her, glad it was over. I know she had been the one to call the police. She had to be. Nobody else knew it was happening.

"Thank you for coming." Clare said to the kind police officer. "Any time." Officer Brodson said as she got in her car. "It's our job." Officer Keen said, getting into the pasenger side. Officer Keen was a slender male. About 5'11. Officer Brodson was also slender. She stood about 5'4 and had blonde hair down to her mid-back.

"Did you ever find out his name?" I asked, knowing i had spent ten minuites trying at getting it. "Yea, Rob Gurthy." Officer Brodson said. Looking as if i had slapped her.

"We have run adds in the newspaper, and on the news, trying to catch him. Ironic enough, he is a known theif." How had my dad not mentioned it? He is a radio host. Isn't he supposed to mention this kind of stuff?

Thinking about that... where was my dad?