23 - Into The Mystic

~Juliet’s Point of View~

“I think we should let him in,” I said, rushing back to the kitchen.

They both still just eyeballed me casually, not even phased.

“Is he hot,” Jada asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I obviously don’t know him personally, Jada,” I snapped.

How could she not be concerned at this point?? Every single hair on my body was at attention and there was a rotten feeling in my gut.

My phone rang again, again I silenced it. I put my hands on my hips as I saw something move in the backyard out of the corner of my eye. A figure. Someone’s fucking out there! No chance the biker got back there this fast since he parked on the street.

“Get the fuck upstairs,” Jake shouted, throwing his bowl in the sink and smashing it.

We all ran and I fumbled to call Slade back as my feet pounded the steps. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking and shattering, then the alarm going off broke out into the air.

"Juliet!! I know you're in there," I heard, as my heart thundered in my ears.