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He Saves You-(Tim Tebow)-For Emily

The loud booms of thunder shook the house and constant flashes of lightning lit up the living room. 'God, all I want to is a day to myself to relax. Is that too much to ask?' A clap of lightning made you jump out of your seat. Suddenly, the TV flicked off along with all the lights, leaving you in the dark. "Are you serious?" you groaned, talking to yourself. You got up and felt your way through the darkness to get to the hallway closet. 'Candles, matches, flashlights, etc. all here.' You went upstairs and lit the candles placing them in numerous spots around the bedroom. You wished Tim was here so you cuddle with him; rainy days and cuddling went hand and hand. But he was out with the boys. You hated the dark and hoped he would get back soon. Until then, you decided that you would just take a short nap to wait for him...

Crash!

You jolted out of your sleep. Your eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. Downstairs you could hear someone walking around. You knew it was Tim. You got up and went downstairs. "Tim, what did you break-" A large man dressed in all black stood in your kitchen. He turned around at the sound of your voice. It felt as if you were in a horror movie. You turned around on your heel, sprinting up the stairs and skipping steps as you went. His footsteps followed yours. You ran into the guest bedroom, locking the door behind you. The door knob rattled. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, instantly dialing Tim's number, hopefully he would answer.

"Hey this is Tim, sorry I can't talk to you right now, leave a message and I'll get back you."

The phone beeped waiting for you to record your message. You called again. 'Please oh please!' "Hello?" he answered. "Tim!" you cried, "There's someone in the house..he's going to-" The door swung off the hinges. The man stomped towards you, tearing the phone out your hands. "Tim!" you screamed as the man pulled you up. You began to beat him in the face with your fists. He grunted still holding on to you. You squirmed out of his arms. Once your feet hit the floor, you took off running down the hallway to your sun room, which was connected to the house with a thick storm door. Your heart beating against your chest, face wet from your tears. His hand punched through the window of the storm door reaching around for you. Your chest tightened, you couldn't breath. This is how you would die. 'Tim, please, hurry up.' He continued to struggle with the door, trying to get to you. You knew there was only one way away from the creep.

You went out onto the deck. It was a long way down from the second floor. You climbed up onto the ledge of the wooden deck, swinging your legs over, the still rain pouring. "Emily!" Tim's voice yelled. You looked back inside the sun room to see Tim and a few of his friends beating up the guy. He was curled up on the floor in the fetal position. Tim ran out onto the deck pulling you off the ledge. "I'm so sorry" he cried, puling you into a tight hug. Salty tears escaped his eyes, "I should've been here..I-I-." "I'm alright Tim, just stand here and hold me.." He kissed your temple and pulled you inside out of the rain.

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