Giselle’s POV
“Oh no, he’s got a gun!” I panicked and realised that this could get ugly.
I debated between going back in and calling for help as the seconds passed. I heard noises from inside and decided to better call for help instead. Pulling myself together, I darted down the stairs and banged my hands on Mrs. Partridge’s door.
“Mrs. Partridge! Please open the door, it’s me,” I screamed and called out to her.
She opened the door after what felt like an eternity. “What is it with girls like you? Can’t you let an aged lady sleep?” she complained and rubbed her eyes as she was still sleepy.
“I am sorry Mr. Partridge, but it’s an emergency!” I breathed heavily and had anxiety pangs.
“A what?” she yawned.
“An emergency!” I got hyper and raised my voice to the extent of scaring her sle
