"•I don't like walking around
This old and empty house
•So hold my hand I'll walk with you my dear
•The stairs creak
As you creep
It's keeping me awake
•Its the house
Telling you to close your eyes."
Luke's POV:
After Julie had blacked out, I did my best to charge the guy holding her. He dropped her, causing her to hit her head on the hard floor below her feet.
"You, pick her up, and come with me." He ordered.
"The police have been called. They're on route to my house right now. I suggest you start running, buddy." I chuckled nervously.
"You're a liar. A good one, but a liar. I would've believed you if I hadn't already disconnected the phone lines. Good try, though." He smirked back at me.
"You must be stupid. I have three different cell phones and cameras surrounding the place. I saw you come in, and so did the police. And since you took too long to get out, you're trapped here until the police arrive." I shook my head. I was about to take a step toward the two, but he stopped me.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." The man pulled a gun from his belt and aimed it at Julie's head.
"Please, don't." I backed down. "What are you even doing here? Do I even know you?"
"No, you don't. But Julie does."
And then it hit me.
"No, it can't be... You're dead. You hung yourself! I went to your funeral! You can't be alive..." I looked to Julie, who had blood pouring out of her head. "Please, if you care for her at all... You'll get her to a hospital. Please. I need her."
Then, he shot me.
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Problem || Luke Hemmings
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