Ghost//luke hemmings (a.u)

Prologue

"He's here." I whispered into the phone, my hands shaking.

"Get out of there, before he hurts you okay." The person on the other line replied.

"I can't, I'm in the bathroom, I can hear him coming. Oh god." I trembled, as I could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer.

"Liana. I know you're in there. Let me in. You don't want to see me angry." A deep voice boomed from outside the door.

"He's found me." I said quietly into my phone, making sure he wouldn't hear. Tears stained my cheeks as he pounded on the door, trying to get it open.

"Help is on the way. Make sure he doesn't get in or try and get out the window." I listened and looked up at the window. I stood up from where I was sat on the cold bathroom floor. I reached out to open the window. But it was jammed.

I pushed and bashed on the window, doing anything I could to open it. It was my only escape. But it was no use, I was trapped.

The banging on the door had stopped and I hoped he was gone. I sighed in relief but it wasn't long before the loud noise was back again.

"Liana. You can not get away from me, no matter how hard you try." The same deep voice yelled, a short distance away from me.

Another set of tears fell from my eyes. My whole body was shaking as the door swung open.

"I told you that you don't want to see me angry and what did you do, you went and made me angry." He growled grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the bathroom.

I tried to get out of his tight grip but it only made him more angry. He let go and grabbed onto my hair instead. Pulling on it harshly, making me wince and sob in pain.

"Stop." I cried even though I knew he wouldn't listen to me. He never did.

We reached the kitchen and he dragged me to one of the draws, opening it and grabbing out something shiny. I assumed it was a knife but I couldn't see. My breathing hitched as someone knocked loudly on the door.

"You called the police. Baby you should know by now that you shouldn't ever do that. "

"POLICE. OPEN UP!" A man yelled from outside the house.

"I'm sorry." I choked out, terrified of what he might do.

"No you're not. You're a slut and a whore and I want you dead." He smirked, pulling me towards his face, the smell of alcohol evident on his breath. The police still trying to get in.

"No, don't do-" before I could finish, something sharp was pierced into my chest. I screamed in pain, falling to the floor and clutching the place where the sharp knife was inserted and pulled out. Blood covering my hands and clothes.

I could hear him laughing behind me before he jumped out the kitchen window and escaped.

I gasped for air as a pool of my own blood surrounded me. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

I fell to the floor completely, smashing my head on the floor as I did so.

The last thing I heard was loud footsteps entering my house before I was gone.

He had killed me.