Hush, Rabbit.

Chapter One.

Janes reversed her rusty old chevrolet 11 into the shared drive way, she got there before Fleur did. Its hard to find spaces where they live it's a detached neighbourhood, but all the paths and land around their ones story house is owned by a, ugly, hateful baldibg-man; Leander, such a sour name to their tongues.

Jane doesn't get out of her car and instead stares outside at the dark gloomy raining sky, rain hitting against the cheap-weak glass. The sky is a thick blanket of the dark void, she's had a shit day already atleast let her have this pleasant moment.

Jane and Fleur, at summer, would sit on chairs in the frontyard and star gaze at the millions of burning plants. It warmed them living in an isolated area. Pretty house. Pretty view. Pretty sky. Their life is absolutely gorgeous.

She closed her eyes imaging all the many she has had amazing times outside, here.

'wait, is she seriously not out here?' Jane questioned to nobody, why wasn't her roommate out here, she's always outside by now.

Devastation hooked onto Jane's lips as they frowned. All she wanted to do was come back home and breath in the fresh air with her best friend. Yet she's sulking in her car because she can tell she isn't going to do that, so childish.

Jane eyes open and her gaze that was observing the sky is now latched onto the front window of her home, there she discovered a large, smashed, blooded window.

The windows whole, was large, large enough to fit a person.

Her pupil's dilate at the un-natural site. Shes frozen like she's been chained to her seat, her hazel eyes glued to her assaulted window.

'what the fuck' Jane harshly muttered out. She scattered out of her car, it's old door making a loud SCREEK when opening. A strangled gasp erupted out as the sound disturbed her quiet environment and her on edge mind. She forgot the door was broken. Now her breathing was racing out of her throat, she leads against the car's door, her eyes were blurry, she needed to calm down. Jane slams the door shut, leaving her bag and keys in the there.

Her trembling, confused legs make wobbly steps towards the door. She sees a far light through the peep hole, it was the kitchens light that was down the hall from the door, though it was blurry on her side.

She wanders back to look at her smashed window, there no glass in the outside: someone must of broke in. She looks a little closer and peers into the murky living space; there she sees the departed glass.

Jane starts to think that she might be just seeing things. Maybe there is no broken window, she's just had a bad day and its playing one last with her mind. Janes witnessed un-identifed shadows and sounds before, but, never something like this. It looks far to real to be fake.

She reaches out a pale hand towards the window, slightly gliding a finger on a smashed corner, it cuts her. She retracts her fingers to look at the slit, it's open, blood's growing out of it. The window is smashed and she is bleeding. This is real then, she isn't imagineing it, someone has really broken into the house and she is standing right at the giant smashed window.

She realises if someone was inside how inside could easily grab her in. She scatters backwards, she couldn't know if someone was still in that room, it was dark, pitch black. If someone was there wouldnt they have pulled her in already.

Suddenly the light behind the door turns on. She walks towards the door, still keeping her distance. She could see that it was bright, it's been broken for a month. Fleur said if she wasn't neaded in work she'll fix it, she didn't go to work today.

If that was the case, why was her car gone. Jane thinks, did she go out--

What's that?. Jane whips her head to stare at the front door. A feminist whimper came from the door, was that Fleur, or was it a answer of who got into the house, a female?. There's no evidence of if a man or women got in.

'... Please'
Jane could make out that was definitely Fleur's voice. It seems hurt and choked, her soft cry was barely audible on the other side of the door. Fleur's strong voice sounded weak, she was gasping for air and even that sounds like a struggle.

Jane let's out a loud gasps and she listened to her roommates corrupted throat make noise. Then Fleur's voice went quiet on the other side of the door.

'Jane? it's me, it's me. Please he-au-lp me!' Fleur actually had hope of surviving in her now.

'are you there?. oh, Don't leave me, don't leave me here. I'll do anything' Fleur cried, she let out uncontrollable sobs.

Jane couldn't keep her eyes off the door, have they just left Fleur in front of the door, a rare they standing with her.

Crack!

Jane's eyes shoot towards the broken glass window. Her voice let's out a strangled high-pitched gurgle. At the window where its smashed, she sees a man, halfway climbing of the windows hole.

His face shows the same resemblance of fear. He freezes. His eyes mirror terror of being caught behind his glasses.
He looks terrifying in the dark.

'a-uuh-ah oh my god' Jane can barely let out a word, trembling lips quiver at her position. There was really a man climbing out there house. Why, was he on drugs, drunk, doing this to benefit himself?.

The man was shifting in his spot, pulling his other leg out of the window.

Thats all it takes.

Jane turns on her heels and bolts for the car, prying the door open. Then throwing herself inside. Jane fumbling the keys in her staggered fingers. Finally starting the engine, speeding backwards and firing down the deserted road, not bothering to put a seat belt on. She was going to the police.

The man was already back in the house when Jane was barely off the drive through. When he heard the fiction of speeding tyres, taking a glance outside. Completely empty.

Retracing his steps back to the tied up blond, Fleur was knelt down and shaking in her traumatised state.

Her throat only allowed small breaths to come out. Her mortified mind was making her unable to stay awake, finishing the job isn't hard.

The man was behind the back of house owner, and gripped her jaw forcing it shut. Then with another hand clasped it around her nose to block any air. She violently shook and spasmsed out in his tightening grip. She couldn't see a thing with with a dirty cloth rapped around her head. Unable to move her hand due to the seven zip-ties turning her wrist purple.

until she limped.
He dropped her to the ground. She wasn't dead, she was knocked out, in her sleeping form she was inhaling brutal longing air.

The man picked up her unconscious body, taking it to the trunk of his parked car in the back of the house.

The trunk of his car was built to carry a dog passenger. He layed her in the dog trunk-cage, then tied a lead around her neck.

If she wakes up the leash is to short to let her move her head higher that 2 inches, and the top of the cage is just under the back window. No one would know there was a girl in there.