(Tommy's P.O.V.)
"AMY! OPEN THE DOOR IM SERIOUS! CHRIS IS SNOOPING AROUND YOUR HOUSE LOOKING THROUGH ALL YOUR WINDOWS!" , I shout whispered through the door. I heard her footsteps receding away from the door.
I punched the door and began walking away not giving a care in the world if something happens to her. I was about halfway down her street when I heard a girl scream.
"AMY!", I screamed at the top of my lungs, and began to run back to her house. No matter how hard I try to not care about her I just can't do that. She's like a sister to me.
(Amy's P.O.V.)
After I shut the door I heard Tommy say something else, but I honestly don't care anymore. I just had something major bust in on my and Chris' relationship. I just...need time to think.
I was already upstairs when I heard Tommy punch the door and then stomp off my front porch. I was just siting on top of the stairs just...thinking. I heard a CLICK resound throughout the house which knocked me out of my daze.
I looked up and saw my door slowly open, so I jumped up and quietly ran to the bathroom which is where we hide our burglar kit. It's called mace and a taser.
I grabbed both and shoved the taser in my back pocket. I peeked around the door frame and saw somebody coming up the stairs. I quickly moved my head back and waited. When the shadow passed the door I grabbed the hair dryer and swim a their head.
The mystery person fell and I straddled the person and ripped the ski mask off. I didn't think when I grabbed their hair and sprayed at least half of the mace in their eyes.
The person screamed. A high pitched scream. Kind of like a girl would scream. I looked at the burglar and a look of shock and anger crossed my features. "WHAT THE MESS NATALIE?!", I yelled at her. Natalie bucked me off of her, but I wasn't going down easy. I grabbed the hair dryer again and began hitting her repeatedly.
"Why. In. The. Living. Hell. Would. You. Break. Into. My. House.", I said Every time I landed a blow on her. "Amy!", I heard someone yell. I turned to the voice and heard a gunshot.
I turned back around and put a hand to my stomach ad looked at it. I had blood running down my hand. I had been shot. I looked at Tommy who stood there mortified and said, "Run..." Then I blacked out.
