Keeping Isabelle

“Harry?” I called out. I'd woken up just minutes ago, hearing horrible noises. “Harry, are you there?” I opened the door to his room. This was the first time I would be in here.

His bed was empty, and unlike the rest of his tidy room, the sheets were tinted red and the blankets were thrown around the room.

I heard a series of noises coming from down stairs. I looked around the room for something to protect me if worst came to worst, and saw a rifle hung on the wall.

Step by step, I walked down the stairs, scared out of my mind. I look before entering the living room, not seeing anyone there, but still hearing the noises. “Hello? Who's in there?”

I start towards the kitchen, so scared the rifle is shaking in my hands. I slowly open the door, and gasp.

“Who are you,” I shout at the man holding Harry down by the neck.

“Isabelle,” Harry chokes out.

“Ah, Isabelle,” the man says, holding tighter onto Harry's neck. “Don't do anything hasty, honey.” He looks from Harry, to me, to the gun in my hand.

“Who are you?”

Harry suddenly pushes the man off him. “Give me that!” He shouts. I toss him the rifle. “Now get out, Isabelle.”

Notes

-Gasps- haha!