Keaton's POV
BOOM! I sit up in bed to see an i***t standing in the door. “What are you doing here?" I growl. I’m pissed he could have woken Grace or the boys up. Before I can react the i***t jumps on the bed on top of me and o wrestle him to the floor. I pin him to the ground my his shoulders as he smirks. “I have a key. Since when do you lock your door?” He slurs and the alcohol on his breath fills my nose. I pick him up a little bit and slam him back on the ground as he groans. I stand up and he rolls on his side still groaning in pain. I turn back to the bed to check on Grace but she isn’t there. s**t. “GRACE!” I yell jumping over the bed to see her laying on the floor struggling to breathe as he holds her neck.
