Fear

Drugged

I don't know how long I was under that bed for. I must have been 5 minutes or so but it felt like hours. There was a lot of yelling, and I began to get worried. Was he OK? I thought I decided about 10 minutes later that it was the final straw. I tip-toed downstairs to see that the man was no where to be seen and Jett was cleaning like a robot! He cleaned so fast and things magically went back into place.

'Jett... what- how-'

'Like I said, werewolves come with their advantages'

He smirked

'So wheres that guy? Did you... you know end him?'

'No of course not! He's in the basement. I recommend we call the cops. This guy could be dangerous.'

'OK...'

I dialed 911. I couldn't believe this was actually happening! I had never called the police in my entire life.

'911 what is your emergency?'

'Um well we're not in a crucial situation but a drugged man bashed into our house... um we have him hostage so we're not in danger currently.'

'Where is you location?'

'Birdwood manor Miss'

'Does this man have any weapons? Guns? Anything?

'N-no miss I believe he is just dangerous in a violent way.'

'OK we'll be over in about 15 minutes.'

'OK, thanks!'

I hung up.

'So... How did it go?'

'Fine, She was very direct. She said she'd be here in about 15 minutes. Meanwhile I may as well get changed.'

'OK, I'll stay on guard.'

'Thanks sweetheart, you're the best!'

I kissed him on the cheek.

13 Minutes later

I came downstairs and I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was the police. What would they do? Would they be mad at Jett?