Played.

18: "Get Back Here."

"Everybody stay on the floor and stay quiet."

"What's happening?"

"I don't know, just stay close to me." Marcus traced his hand along my side.

"Keep quiet." The girl in front of us whispered.

We obeyed. After at least another 10 minutes, a figure could be seen through the window of the house. They were walking around slowly, inspecting every inch, lifting up objects and placing them back down.

The figure whipped around and looked through the window. I could feel everyone hold their breath, scared of being seen. The unknown scanned the backyard, no one dared to move.

All the lights that had previously lit up the backyard had been turned off, leaving it in darkness, thankfully, hiding everyone. It seemed to have worked as the figure turned away and continued looking around inside. There was a loud release of held breath.

People had been helping each other to climb over the fence and get out, most had already escaped. Now, there were only around 20 people left in the backyard, including Marcus and I.

"Come on, let's go." Marcus whispered in my ear.

"What about our bags? They're still inside."

"We can leave them and get them on Monday, at school."

"But they've got our phones, keys and wallets in them."

"Shit." He paused, knowing that we couldn't leave them here. "We'll have to go in."

Cautiously, we rose from the ground, still hiding ourselves behind the tree. Marcus peeped his head out and peered through the window.

He nodded. The coast was clear.

Securing my hand in his, we crept up the yard to the back door. Once there, we made our way through the kitchen.

Before we reached the living room, where our stuff was, Marcus stopped me, letting go of my hand and putting his across, in front of me. He stepped forward, popping his head around the corner and looking both ways.

My nerves were taking over me. It felt like we were in a movie, trying to escape after being kidnapped, without being caught by the kidnapper. I could feel my heartbeat accelerating, pounding against my chest, my breathing getting heavier and faster, like how they over exaggerate in horror films.

Marcus must have noticed my erratic breathing because he turned back, putting his hands on both of my shoulders and focusing down at me. "Babe, are you okay?"

"I'm scared." I muttered, barely audible.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm right here." His hands rubbed from my shoulders, down my arms soothingly, and fell into my hands, interlacing our fingers.

"What if something bad happens?"

"Then I'll protect you." His thumbs made tiny circles on the backs of my hands, as he kissed my forehead, letting go of one hand, leading the way forward.

We entered into the room, knowing exactly where our stuff was. Now, all we had to do was go over and get it, then go straight out through the door. Simple.

Again, we checked the room to make sure no one was in it. When it was clear that we were safe, we dashed across, pulling our belongings out of the pile, and made straight for the door. A wave of relief rushed over me. We made it to the door safely. Now, just to leave and -.

"And where do you think you're going?"

I froze, clinging on to the strap of my bag, still facing the door.

"Get back here."

I carefully stepped backward, turning to face the deep voice's owner. The owner was a man, who looked like he was in his 40's, with spiked brown hair and bright blue eyes. I looked closer at his clothes. He was dressed in uniform. He was a cop.

I hurridly glanced back at Marcus, who looked like he had realized too. His facial expression oozed fear, as, I'm sure, did mine.

"I'm sorry, Sir, we were just going." Marcus spoke.

"Come over here." The officer demanded. After we did as instructed, he continued. "What were you doing here?"

"We were invited." Marcus replied, taking charge for both of us, protecting me, as he said he would.

"Do you know the owner of this house?"

"Yes."

"And have you been here all night?"

"Yes."

The officer's eyes flickered from Marcus', to our bags. "I'm going to need you to step over here, facing this wall please."

We followed without questioning, too scared to even say anything against him. "I'm going to have to take you down to the station for questioning."

He walked around and waited behind us. I could hear him fiddling with something in his pocket, it sounded like keys.

"I'm arresting you on suspicion of drug possession. You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say will be held against you."

What he was fiddling with must have been handcuffs because immediately after, he handcuffed us both, pushing us toward the door.

"What?" I shouted.