Log 1: Sound Of Thunder

My Prowler Gone Wrong (Conti)

******WARNING: IF YOU CANT HANDLE VIOLENT ACTS OR VIVID IMAGINATIVE EXPLICIT SCENES NOW IS THE TIME TO SKIP THIS PART*****
I woke up suddenly to the door crashing open. I grabbed my phone ran into into the closet with Jim and Pete's card.
"H-Hello??" I said.
"Sergeant MacDonald here." He said.
"This is Melanie Moore, I-I-I need Officers J-Jim Reed and P-P-Peter M-Malloy please." I whispered.
"Yes Ma'am. What's wrong Mel?" Mac asked me.
"T-there's a man in my house and he's got a gun!!!!" I gasped and backed into the back of the closet, "he's here." I hung up turning it off suddenly on Mac finding the piece my dad got me.
He left searching the house all over when he came back standing his back to the closet.
"Mel, come out come out wherever you are, I wanna talk to you babie." My ex Jack Donahue said holding a gun and a knife clipped to his pants.
I pulled out my piece holding it.
"I'll find you sooner or later." He growled walking off again. I suddenly heard a crash of a door opening, then another but it was in the kitchen, then the back door looking for me out there. I had my German shepered Max and my Dalmatian Jimmy with me quiet. I heard another crash that was even closer, Then the bathroom was torn apart next was the other closet beside my bed. Then he stopped at mine. I held my breath as my dogs ducked and bared their teeth when I made them stop.
"I know your in there." He said when he blew off the lock of the closet opening it. Max and Jimmy lunged when he shot at them hitting them, Max kept fighting till they ran off at my screams. He grabbed me and I tried kicking him but he yanked me back.
I was paralyzed with pain for the moment. Then my worst nightmare came alive. I screamed as he pulled his pants down and I was throwing my arms around when I hit a window cutting my hand blood everywhere and on him included.
"No!!!!" I screamed loudly crying, "STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He smiled sickly but I couldn't see him now he was behind me and taking advantage of me. I felt so dirty and nasty. I screamed at the top of my lungs till he hit me and they were small cries now. He was finished when he was fixing his pants and had turned to grab his gun. I was crying, upset badly. I trembled when he looked at me laughing.
"You've been a bad girl." He hissed when he aimed.