Stolen Sweetheart. ~Ethan winters x fem! Reader~

"HOW DO I SHOOT"

    You and Ethan found some stuff in the room and just as you were going to leave, you heard the phone ring.

Ethan picked up and then hung up.

"Just Zoe, come on let's go."

You both keep looking around before making it to the garage.

"Damn it.. we need a knife."

You said, walking back to Ethan who was upstairs.

Just as you two were about to walk back to the laundry room, you heard banging.

Ethan held your hand and went to look for the noise.

"Open up! Hey, over here!"

You both heard a voice say.

"Hey, you gotta help us!"

The officer shined his light into your eyes.

"Watch it,"

you said.

Ethan got closer to the window as the cop backed up.

"Hold on, back up! Now, sir, do you live here? I mean, is this your property?"

Ethan shook his head.

"What? Me? No. No!"

The cop looked at you again.

"Alright. Now we got several calls about some missing persons lately."

You rolled your eyes, scooting Ethan out of the way.

"Look man, we will die, rot, and be eaten if you do not help us and stop asking questions."

The cop glared at you and Ethan took the lead again.

"You don't understand. We gotta get outta here!"

The cop looked around.

"Now calm down."

You could feel your temper going through the roof.

"You're not listening to me. There are crazy people in this house trying fucking kill us!"

Ethan sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"Well alright, lemme tell you this. You don't exactly seem like you're playing with a full deck yourself, alright?"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME??"

You let out.

"Look, like I said, we've had several missing persons calls, and I can't rule out that an outsider like yourself may not be involved. Especially her.."

He pointed at you.

"Alright. I'll tell you whatever you want."

Ethan said with a bit more calmness in his voice.

"Alright. Now that's more like it. Now, meet me in the garage. We'll talk there."

You scoffed.

"Hey, wait! You gotta give me your gun!"

Is he out of his mind?

"You must have lost your mind."

For once you agreed with the officer.

"look, officer-"

"lieutenant"

"Sorry, lieutenant, now do you wanna see our names in the obituaries? Or do you wanna be a hero and save our lives?"

(The officer gives Ethan something.)

"A fucking pocket knife?"

You snicker.