You sat in the living room on the couch, the tv playing some random show in the background as you scroll on your phone. You had a day off today and decided it would be fun to stay home alone while your father, Robert was away at work doing an interview with his co-workers, Scarlett Johansson, and Chris Evans. It's been about 2 hours since he left, and you haven't really done much other than raid the cupboards and snacked on some junk food and watched a comfort movie of yours on the big tv in the living room. You were absolutely stuffed, yet you were having a great time. The quiet was nice.
As you sat on the couch, you hear a loud crash that makes your head perk up in curiosity. It sure did startle you, but you assume it was just something that happened on the show that's playing on the tv, so you shrug and look back at your phone. That is until you hear someone yell that very clearly comes from in one of the bedrooms.
"Robert!"
You hear the guy yell, his voice filled with hatred and anger that makes your blood run cold and your heart thump in your chest faster than normal. You know immediately that this guy means trouble and that he's here for your dad. Your eyes widen and you look desperately around the living room.
"Come out and play~"
The burglar yells in a sing-song voice and you hear a gunshot from where he is and you yelp quietly. You jump off of the couch and run over to the back of it, breathing heavily as you begin to tremble in horror. You scramble to get your phone as you hear his footsteps come closer to where you are. You dial 911 with shaky hands and put your phone to your ear, closing your eyes as you try and quiet your breathing so you don't alarm the guy.
"911 what's your emergency?"
The dispatch says through the phone, and you immediately open your eyes, tears welling up in them as you hear the burglar continue shouting for Robert. You have never been more scared in your life.
"Hello, th- there's someone in my house! he- he has a gun and he's c- calling out for my dad... b- but he's not home!"
You whisper-yell. Your voice is shaky and filled with fear. You gulp as your lips quiver as you try and focus on the dispatcher on the phone.
"Okay buddy, what's your name and where do you live?"
The dispatcher says, quickly typing on her computer as she speaks, you can hear the worry in her voice. The burglar smashes more stuff as his voice gets louder and more angrier at the lack of Robert. You cover your mouth to muffle a sob that uninvitedly comes out of your throat suddenly.
"M- my name is y/n Downey, a- and I live on *insert address here*. Pl- please hurry he's coming closer!"
You cry out at the dispatcher, tears falling down your cheeks. You decide to go and look to see if the burglar is in sight and when you look up you guys lock eyes. Your breath hitches and your eyes widen as the guy smirks and laughs darkly. He walks over to you and your head snaps beside you, and you book it, running over to the hallway as fast as you can and thankfully you catch him off guard and you run into one of the bedrooms. You slam the door shut and lock it, your back making contact with the door and you catch your breath, putting the phone back to your ear.
"H- he found me! Oh my god he knows i'm here.."
You whisper through tears, trembling even more. You then remember your father, and the fact that he has no clue that any of this is happening, and you get a strong need to let him know. You would always go to him when something was wrong, it's just what you do. No matter what situation he was in he would always be there with you to work out any issues you had, and you knew your father loved helping you. It made him feel accomplished and good about himself knowing he made you feel better. Your dad was your comfort person, and you couldn't leave him in the dark like this and have him find out by someone else telling him. You snap out of your thoughts.
"I- I have to call my dad, he needs to know il- il call you back!"
You make the stupid decision and you hang up the phone, not really realizing you just hung up on 911 and you aren't exactly suppose to do that. You dial your fathers phone number quickly, as you listen to the burglar yelling for you now instead of Robert, and you slide down on the floor, sitting down at the door as more tears flow freely down your cheeks.
~Roberts POV~
I'm seated on a pretty uncomfortable chair next to Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson as we listen and answer questions about our latest marvel film we shot. To be honest I stopped paying attention not too long ago as the same repetitive questions were being thrown at us. I paid enough attention that if I was directly asked one I would hear it and answer though. I shift in my seat as I try and get more comfortable in my chair when my phone rings. I jump slightly because I was almost certain I turned the ringer off before I left the house so I wasn't disturbed or nobody else was. I reach for my phone and read the caller and I see its my son. My expression instantly softens, knowing that there has to be a serious reason as to why he's calling me knowing im in an interview right now. I look up and quickly dismiss myself to pick up the phone, apologizing to them as I look at Scarlett and Chris as I leave the room.
I press the answer button and I put my phone to my ear, a smile appearing on my face.
"Hey, buddy what's up? I'm in an interview right now is this urgent?"
I ask him, resting my back on the wall beside me and I sigh calmly. I can hear his breathing is rapid and clearly scared and I immediately raise my eyebrows, listening very closely to him as I start to get worried even though he hasn't even spoken yet. I know him well enough to know when he's scared just by listening to his breathing. Perks of being with him for 14 years I guess.
"Dad! Th- there's someone in the house, he has a gun! He o- originally came to hu- hurt you but he saw me and now he's gonna kill me! Dad im scared"
He cries out to me and I can feel all the color drain from my face as my chest tightens in pure horror as he explains to me what's happening. I instantly lift myself off of the wall and pull out my car keys from my pocket and speed-walk out of the building im in, heading to my car as my breathing starts to get heavier.
"Im on my way now y/n, go hide somewhere secure and do NOT make a noise as much as you can buddy. Did you call the police?"
I ask him frantically, my mouth dry as pure worry and fear washes over me at the fact my son's life is in danger. The very thought of something bad happening to him makes my stomach twist and turn. I open my car door and slide into the drivers seat, turning the car on and I immediately start driving out of the parking lot. I mentally curse at the long drive to my house is, its 25 minutes away, but I go way over the speed limit, not a care in the world if I get pulled over.
"I- I did... I hung up so I could call you. I'm so scared dad, he- he's getting closer!"
I can hear him say and my eyebrows furrow in shock and disbelief when he tells me he hung up on the dispatcher so he could call me. I sigh and shake my head.
"Buddy you can't just hang up on the police because you wanted to call me. Call them back buddy they're probably worried sick."
I say to him. I don't want to hang up at all, I want to be with him the whole time until I get there so I can make sure he's okay, but I know it's better for him to call the police and stay on the line so they can do their job at keeping him safe. Tears well up in my eyes at this whole situation, my body flushing in guilt. The burglar broke in just to hurt ME, and now that I wasn't home he's going after my son. My blood boils at that as I clench my jaw tightly together, my grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly more.
"Ok- Okay.. bye dad."
He says sadly, quickly hanging up the phone. I immediately let out a loud exhale after he hangs up, my lips quivering as I fight back terrified tears. Im filled with so much fear for my son, I press onto the gas peddle, going even faster than before so I can get to my house sooner. I can't let anything bad happen to him, I would hate myself forever.
~Readers POV~
I wait for my dad to pick up the phone, and when I hear the phone connecting to his line I relax very slightly, still filled with immense fear. I open my eyes.
"Hey, buddy what's up? I'm in an interview right now is this urgent?"
My dad says and tears fall down my cheeks once again, taking a few seconds to answer as I breathe in and out excessively to calm my nerves down as much as I possibly can despite the situation. I swallow deeply before speaking.
"Dad! Th- there's someone in the house, he has a gun! He o- originally came to hu- hurt you but he saw me and now he's gonna kill me! Dad im scared"
I say frantically, my breath hitching as I hear the burglar scream for me angrily, angry footsteps looking for me as I hide in one of the bedrooms in our huge house. I put my hand over my mouth to quiet my breathing so I don't get myself caught. I hear my fathers breath pick up in worry, and I get slightly guilty for making him worry, but I quickly push away that feeling, focusing on what's happening right now.
"Im on my way now y/n, go hide somewhere secure and do NOT make a noise as much as you can buddy. Did you call the police?"
He says to me and I nod at his words even though he can't see me. I move my hand off of my mouth, looking around the room to try and find somewhere to hide, but I loose my train of thought as I hear the burglar get even closer to my room. I freeze in pure terror, unable to move my body even if I tried. I open my mouth but quickly close it, waiting for the burglar to go further away from the door. Once he's far enough away I speak in a very quiet voice.
"I- I did... I hung up so I could call you. I'm so scared dad, he- he's getting closer!"
I cry out quietly as I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to the bedroom door. My breath hitches and I crawl carefully to the other side of the room, hiding beside the closet. I hear my dad sigh quietly but I ignore it, too focused and suffocated by the overwhelming feeling of dread and hopelessness.
"Buddy you can't just hang up on the police because you wanted to call me. Call them back buddy they're probably worried sick."
I almost don't hear his voice, but I do and I feel a tad guilty for hanging up on the police. I don't want to hang up on him, I want to talk to my dad but I know deep down its better for me to call the police. I suppress a whine of distress, closing my eyes tight and I nod rapidly, breathing out.
"Ok- Okay.. bye dad."
I say quietly, taking the phone away from my ear and I hang up before my dad could say anything else. My thumbs move over to call 911 again when the burglar kicks open the door im in and sees me. I yelp and I look over to the bathroom door in the bedroom im in. The bathroom has another door on the other side that leads out to another hallway, so I book it towards the door. The burglar tries to stop me by throwing a pillow at me, but I shut the door before he can. I run over to the door and open it as the guy enters the bathroom and I run as fast as I can. I start running down the hallway that so happens to also lead to the living room as well, but I hear the bathroom door open. I turn around to see if the guy saw me and when I do he points the gun at me and shoots me twice, one in the shoulder, and one in the stomach. My breath hitches and I freeze, my face going pale as an overwhelming amount of heat runs through my body, but at the same time my blood runs cold. I can feel blood dripping down my chin and I fall down on my back.
The burglar makes a run for it, running out the back door and going god knows where as I struggle to breathe. My vision gets spotty and blurry and I feel the most fear i've probably felt in my life. Blackness starts creeping up slowly, threatening to take me in but I fight as much as I can, the only other thing on my mind is my father, I have to stay strong for him. He needs me and I need him. My breathing is coming in short gasps and wheezes as I start to think im gonna die on my own. I want my dad more than anything right now. Tears fall down my face as I accept the fact im not surviving this.
~ Authors POV ~
Robert pulls into the driveway as fast as he can, quickly opening the car door and leaves his car, slamming it shut and not even bothering locking it. The only thing on his mind is getting inside the house and making sure his baby boy is okay. He doesn't even think to be quiet or careful, if he gets himself hurt that's okay, if it means his son will be safe.
He opens the front door and runs inside when he immediately stops and stares in front of him in pure horror. He looks down and sees his son, his own flesh and blood on his own living room floor, in a puddle of his own blood, struggling to breathe. Robert shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he starts running towards you.
"Oh, no, no no no!"
He says to himself quietly, kneeling down on his knees and looks down at you, breathing fast as his hands tremble. He's unsure of what to do for a few seconds before he wraps his arms around you, looking down at your body and looking at the bullet wounds in your shoulder and stomach. Tears fall down Roberts cheeks and he puts his hand on your stomach, looking at you as you cry out in pain. His heart shatters in a million pieces, wanting so badly just to hug you tight and tell you everything will be okay. He can't believe he let this happen.
"Its okay baby boy, I got you, I got you."
He says through tears as his body shakes in panic. He looks at you as you struggle to stay awake, the overwhelming and unbearable pain making you want to just rest your eyes.
"I need to get you up, do you understand? Its gonna hurt a lot."
He warns you before he starts pulling you upwards as much as he can, being very careful. You start crying out louder in pain the more he moves you and Robert puts a hand back on your wound on your stomach to try and stop the bleeding, starting to cry even more at the painful cries you're letting out. Robert lets out his own quiet sob, hating having to put you through this.
"I know, I know im sorry. Calm down please buddy."
He says to you desperately, continuing trying to get you up when suddenly your cries die down, you look up at the ceiling as you lose consciousness. Robert immediately notices this and looks at you in denial and horror. This has to be a dream, there's no way this is actually happening right now.
"..y/n?"
He says quietly, gently shaking your body to try and get you to respond to him. Robert feels like the world has just stopped and nothing around him matters but you, and making sure you're okay. He shakes you more aggressively, tears streaming down his face as he puts more pressure on your wound. His heart physically hurts at the thought of you leaving so soon.
"Please, don't you dare leave me."
He says more louder, shaking you and he bring his hand to your face and slaps you across your cheek to wake you up but nothing works. His everything, the boy he created and raised for 14 years is now dead on his own living room floor, because he decided it would be fine for him to stay home alone today as he went to his stupid interview. Anger rushes through him, pissed that he let this happen and he could've avoided it if he was just a little more stubborn and strict. He starts crying loudly and uncontrollably into your chest, holding your limp body close to his own. He feels how cold your skin is and that makes him cry even more.
He cries for a couple minutes before he hears sirens outside and the big red and blue flashing lights. His head perks up as tears cover his face, picking you up and holds you bridal style as more tears fall down his face. He runs towards the front door, but before he can a police officer enters the house.
"Please help! My- my son wont wake up, please help him!"
Robert begs the police and she comes up to him, leading Robert out of the house as a paramedic comes up to them with a stretcher. He places you on it and watches as they take you away towards the ambulance. Robert begins crying more, covering his mouth with his hand as he lets out sobs of grief and sadness. This all feels like a dream to him, like any second he's gonna wake up with a puddle of sweat and you'll be peacefully sound asleep in your bed. He knows deep down that wont happen, but he prays it will.
The cop pats Roberts back and sends him his condolences and they drive away, leaving Robert to himself. He stands there for what feels like hours, not wanting to believe anything that's going on. He walks back into his house after a few minutes and looks over at what used to be where you laid, the paramedics cleaned up the blood so it looks like nothing happened, but Robert can still see your bloody body laying there, struggling to breathe. He walks over to the floor, looking down at it as tears freely fall down his cheeks. He furrows his eyebrows and walks over to the nearest wall, punching a hole into it with a scream. He leans his head onto the wall immediately after, sobbing uncontrollably.
His whole world fell apart in the span of an hour, and it was all his fault. He knew deep down it actually wasn't and he had no control over what happened, but if he just stayed home today and spent time with you instead of agreeing to go on that fucking interview, you would be alive and safe. He feels empty, like his heart was ripped out of his chest and torn in pieces, then thrown onto the floor and got stepped on. He slides down the wall and turns around, resting his back on the wall as his head falls down, bringing his knees up to his chest as he just thinks, he thinks for hours before he falls asleep on the floor, your happy smile and contagious laugh being the last thing he thought of before dozing off.