It's cold. I've just awoken from sleeping and I check the clock. It's 2:53 a.m. Rob is still asleep. I want to wake him but instead I lay on his chest and try to fall back asleep. I wake back up to the sound of yelling. Robert is no longer beneath my head. I look around and try to find where the yelling is coming from. I peak behind the door and I see a man wearing all black. The yelling stops and I hear a loud thud. I look and see Rob laying on the floor bleeding. That's when I realize I'm in trouble. I gasp at the sight of Rob. I have to get help. I run back to the bed and look for my phone. I finally find it and call the police. '911 what's your emergency' I couldn't reply knowing that if I made a sound the robbers would hear me. I run into the bathroom, lock the door and whisper very quietly. 'There's robbers in my house! They've hurt my boyfriend he's on the floor bleeding!' They instantly recognize my voice. 'Cher?! Oh my god it's Cher!' I quickly reply in a soft voice, 'Yes! Now please help me!' I hang up and try to see how I can escape. I'm crying and don't have much time till the robbers check the bedroom. I try and open my window but it's stuck. I hear sirens. 'Thank god!' I think to myself. I can hear the robbers talking. 'Did you trip the alarm?!?! How stupid could you be?!' Screamed the one man. 'Wasn't me boss!' Said the other, shorter, skinnier one. 'Well who cares, we never found her but we have to go!' Said the bigger man. 'Well do we take him?' Asked the short one pointing at Rob. 'Yeah go ahead. We'll use him as bait to get her.' They quickly leave and I sit crying. The police come in the room. 'Are you ok ma'am?' All I could say was, 'They took him! They took Robert!'
