The sound of your window shattering into pieces filled the room as you slept. You were quite the heavy sleeper and the neighborhood wasn't at all that safe, especially at night.

Jeffrey was lost in a trance as he stared at your peaceful sleeping figure, how he missed your body, ravishing it, peppering it with attention, he missed it, badly. Your soft snores filled the room as he silently stepped towards you, his grip on his knife tightening.

He suddenly placed it down on your bedside table, resting a knee on the edge of your bed.

You slowly stirred awake, a small noise quietly leaving your mouth.

"Go...to...sleep..." He whispers huskily, arms slowly wrapping around your waist.

You knew that phrase all too well and who it belonged to.