Mom imagines•Scarlett Johansson

•Intruder

Dad: Unknown
Age: 15

plot: the daughter of Scarlett is home alone and sleeping when she hears an unfamiliar sound in the house.
warning: violence, cursing

requested by, me

Nora, the fifteen year old daughter of Scarlett Johansson was sleeping in her bed.

It was around 3 am and she just fell asleep. Because she couldn't sleep. Teenagers.

(i do that too, every damn night)

She was in phase one of sleeping, when she heard a noise downstairs.

Nora immediately shot up from her bed and sat wide awake.

Click

She flicked on her night lamp and looked around in her room.

"Mom?" She questioned but of course no one answered.

One reason was that it was 3 am, but another reason was that Scarlett wasn't even here. She is on a press tour and is supposed to be home in two days.

The thought that it couldn't be her mother scared Nora even more.

"Someone there?" She questions one more time while slowly getting out of bed.

Just to be sure she grabbed her baseball bat and walked out of her room.

Nora slowly walked around the house and almost tripped down the stairs. She had her bat on her shoulder ready to attack.

When she arrived in the living room she saw that everything was smashed.

Vases, chairs and cutlery all over the floor.

"What the fu-" Nora tried but got cut off by another voice cutting her off.

"Drop the bat." The voice said. It sounded like a man.

Nora suddenly felt something cold against the back of her head. She started to panic when she realized what it was. A gun.

"I won't repeat myself one more time. Drop the fucking bat." The voice sternly said.

Nora immediately let the bat slip from her shoulder.

Bang

It landed on the ground.

Then another person came and stood in front of her. She saw his face, but didn't recognize it.

White male, looked middle age, so about 40 or 50. Looked around 6ft so he was taller than Nora. Brown short hair and blue eyes. He had a beard but it wasn't very long.

He stood in front of Nora with a knife in his hand. Having it close to the fifteen year old's stomach.

"Where is it?" He asks in a low voice.

"W-Where is w-what?" Nora stutters.

"Don't act dumb you whore! Where the fuck is it!" The man yells.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Nora sniffs.

"I guess will have to wait till your precious mother gets here." The man says and sits on the couch. He turns to his men, the other 2. "While she is not here, pull the place apart."

The man that's standing behind Nora with the gun brings her to the couch and sits her down on the cold floor in front of it.

He takes a wire and puts Nora's hands together. He ties her hand against against a small cupboard next to the couch.