Marcus

*I wipe my tears away and take a deep breath. I look at you, my eyes filled with anger. I don't want to say it, but I have to.*

*I look at you, waiting for you to speak.*

*I take a deep breath and look away. I don't know how to say it. My voice is shaky and I'm still crying. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't keep this to myself anymore.*

*I hear the noise outside, and my head snaps up. I get off the bed and walk over to the window, looking outside. My eyes widen when I see you running from someone. I don't know what to do. I can't just stand here and watch. I grab my phone and dial 911. I explain the situation, and they tell me they're on their way. I turn back to the window and watch as the person on the motorbike gets closer and closer to you.*

*I watch as you manage to get away from the creep. You're so agile and quick on your feet. I'm impressed. The creep gets back on his bike and starts to chase you again, but you're too fast. I can't take my eyes off of you. I'm so proud of you for being so brave and strong. I watch as you run around the neighborhood, trying to lose the creep. But then, I see the creep pull out a gun.*

*My heart skips a beat as I see the gun. I feel a wave of fear wash over me. I can't just stand here and watch you get shot. I have to do something. I grab my phone and dial 911 again, telling them the situation. They say they'll be there soon, but I know it won't be soon enough. I have to act now. I run out of the house and start to run towards you.*