The Boy Next Door - BK

Problematic

Angela's POV: He ran straight at me. He latched around my neck. "C-Connor?" I choked out. He smiled and slammed me into my bed. I kneed him in the balls. He jumped back. I grabbed the extra curtain rod and began to swat at him. I hit him about 5 times. He yelled and then grabbed the rod and pulled it from me. I was furiously yelling now. I looked around for more things I could use as weapons since he had mine. My pocket knife was in my coat downstairs. I tried to run, but he tripped me, and I fell into the nightstand. It cut my arm a little. "You bitch," I yelled. "You really didn't want me, did you?" He asked. "I WAS FUCKING DRUNK! NO I DIDNT!" I yelled as I got up. My face was red with anger. "You want Bill," he said, doing something with the gun. "No, I don't want anyone!" I exclaimed. He nodded as if I was lying. He walked to me and held the gun to my temple. "Nobody will ever want you," he said. I heard him cock the gun. He jerked me on the bed. Unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. I knew what he wanted to do, I tried to get loose. He held me down tight. "STOP! PLEASE! NO!" I cried. He laughed, and them shoved himself into me. I screamed bloody murder, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I cried and yelled as he continued. I gulped as he went further in, I saw Bill in his window, and he looked worried. He tried to yell, but Connor hit me. "YOU TALKING TO BILL?" He yelled. I pulled himself out, and forced me up. He pulled my underwear to the side. He pulled me off the bed. Pinned me to the wall. "What do you want from him?" He spat. I felt tears stream down my face. "N-Nothing, please......stop!" I cried. He pinned his elbow into my shoulder. You could hear it pop as it hit the wall. I gasped in pain and yelled. I felt a sharp, metal item drag up my stomach. It was my knife. He pushed it in a little in my lower stomach. I winched as the air hit my wound. "GET OFF ME YOU FUCKER!" I yelled as I shoved him into the floor. He dropped my gun, and I immediately grabbed it. I fell back on my bed in pain as I bled. My hand was covered in blood. I saw Bill still looking, I needed him. I needed his help urgently. I tried to wave for him, but Connor violently slammed my head into the floor. It didn't knock me out, though. "Nice try," I said, getting up. His face said it all. He wanted me dead. "If you kill me, you'll regret it!" I said in an angry tone. "Will I, though?" He asked. I looked at him dead in the eyes with a furrowed expression. Me pinned me against the wall again and kissed my cheek. He took the knife to my throat. I felt him quickly slice it, not deep enough to kill me, though. He laughed as I fell into the floor. I was losing lots of blood. I don't have a lot of time before everything goes black. I tried to stand back up, but my stomach wound hurt so badly. I heard Bill's yell from outside. Connor opened the window. I saw my gun and crawled over and grabbed it. I held it straight to Connors head. I realized the bullets have fallen out. Connor kicked them away and then stood on my hand. The window was left open. "AHHHHHGGGHHHHHH!" I cried loudly. I sounded like a wounded animal. "ANGELA!" I heard Bill yell from outside. Connor grabbed me and tossed me into the glass table next to the window. It shattered as I hit it, glass shards cut me badly, and my face. I lay in the glass when Connor looked panicked as someone beat on the door. It was Bill, Connor didn't unlock the door. He jumped from my window. "B-Bill....." I tried to say, but I was too weak. My eyes began to get blurry from the blood dripping into them. Then it went black.

Bill's POV: Something is badly wrong.
She didn't answer me back when I yelled. Someone has hurt her. I heard glass shatter when I got to the door a few minutes ago. I found the crowbar someone used to bust in. I opened Angela's door. I saw blood and glass everywhere. I ran in and saw Angela lying in a pile of bloody glass. She was out and had multiple wounds. I picked her up out of the glass and lay her on her bed. I took off my belt and put it around the wound on her stomach to stop the excess bleeding. I used my black shirt to wipe blood from her eyes and face. She looked dead. I immediately got her into my car and drove to the hospital. Her body lay in my backseat. I took turn after turn until I got to the hospital. I carried her in bridal style, "Someone! Please! My friend is hurt!" I yelled. A man and woman rushed to my side with a stretcher. They lay her on it and rushed her off to a room. More nurses followed them. I frantically pulled my phone out and called Tom as a nurse, which made me follow, which led me to the room where Angela was. I waited out, Tom never picked up. I called and called. Finally, he answered.

BILL: Tom! Angela has been hurt!

TOM: What! How, who did it?

BILL: I'm thinking it was Connor

TOM: That bitch!

BILL: I'm gonna need you to come to the hospital. Just you, it will scare the girls.

TOM: Got it! Be there in a second!

Bill's POV: The nurse came out with bloody gloves. "We got her stitched up and blood going!" The surgeon said. He removed his gloves. "Police will be here to get fingerprints off her skin," the nurse said. I nodded. I know I seem like I hated Angela, but I don't, I have a crush on her, and I'm scared to tell people. A male police came up to me, "Sir? Is this Angela Ross's room?" He asked. I nodded and stood up. My eyes became glossy as I saw her on the bed, I still had to wait outside. It's been about 30 minutes. Tom was now here, and I explained everything I saw to him. We talked to the other police officers. Tom went with them to Angela's house to help find anything. I couldn't be more grateful for him right now. The male police officer came out, "Luckly we've got a match. It's a man who's been going around and terrorizing women," the officer said. I nodded as that news calmed me down. The nurse let me in the room. I slowly walked to her as an older female nurse. Maybe her late 60s walked with her hand on my back, comforting me. "She is in good hands, sir, don't worry!" The nurse said with a friendly smile. I felt so guilty for acting like a total bitch to her. I canceled the party. I held her hand as she lay there. Silent and dead looking. I looked at a text message from my ex-girlfriend?