I curled up in a blanket, attempting to keep warm, as the movie neared the finish.
A crash echoed from upstairs, causing my head to snap up in the direction that it came. I paused the movie, staring up at the ceiling. I don't know what I expected to happen. I listened for a few more seconds but was met with silence.
I frowned, running my hand through my hair.
What the fuck was that?
I got up to get a drink from the kitchen when I heard a door from upstairs shut.
I grabbed a knife out the kitchen drawer and wearily walked to the bottom of the stairs.
"Lila?! Is that you?" I called up, hoping for a response, but I never got one.
I frowned, for what felt like the millionth time this evening.
Its probably just the wind. I repeated in my head, trying to calm myself down.
I got a weird feeling, like someone was watching me, studying me. I looked around the hallway, hoping to see someone, but I never did.
I groaned.
This is stupid. Why am I so effected by this? It's probably just some asshole trying to scare me. And what scared me even more...is that its working.
I was snapped out of thought from the thud that ricocheted through the floorboards,once again.
I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen.
What am I doing? why am I waiting? There could be a killer up there.
I took a deep breath in and began to walk up the stairs, slowly, making sure I wouldn't make to much sound. If there was anyone up there, I didn't want them to know I was coming, or I knew they were there.
I paused, the feeling that I was being watched grew stronger, my could hear my heartbeat in my ears, slamming against my ribcage.
I shook the feeling off and decided to walk back downstairs, I'm not risking getting killed, I'll just....go next door.
I ran my hand through my hair, thinking what I should do, I looked over my shoulder, my eyes glued to the stairs.
"Not up there anymore love" a male voice echoed, earning my attention.
I stared at him intensely, trying to figure out who it was.
"Who are you?" I breathed out after a couple of seconds.
"I can't tell you that, it would ruin the suprise" he said darkly, taking a step forward.
I slowly took a step back. Oh hell no. I know how this goes in the movies.
I placed my hand on the table, searching for the gun that Liam had brought a few days ago, never taking my eyes of the hooded figure.
I quickly clutched it and pointed it towards him.
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complicated
RomanceWhen Lauren, daughter of one of Americas most notorious gangsters, is kidnapped by his rival Jason McCann, neither one of them could have imagined that they would have fallen for the other.
