Sacrificed (Jeff the killer)

Chapter 4

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, pushing through bodies, trying to find someone I know. I stop in front of the fire, trying to catch my breath, looking around for any sign of him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I instinctively jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder and snap my eyes open, dreading to find out who the hand belongs to.

"Hey Cynthia. Where were you?" I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding when I realized it was Luke's voice.

"You scared me," I say, turning around to face him.

"Emily is looking for you everywhere. She told me to go look in the woods because she was getting worried," he says, looking into my eyes with concern.

"What? I just saw her. She-"

"There you are!" Emily says, walking up to us. Why would she ask Luke to go look for me where she just saw me with that psycho.

"Hey, can we go home now?" I ask her, not wanting to be here any longer.

"What? I'm not leaving yet." She looks around for god knows who. Then she stops and stares at someone behind me and waves a quick goodbye before leaving.

I'm left dumbfounded by her actions. I can't believe she just left like she didn't care. I roll my eyes and let out a huff.

"She's drunk, she's not thinking straight," Luke says, trying to reassure me.

"I know, but I-"

"I'll take you home." He says, with a smirk. God how I hate that damn smirk.

"Thank you," I smile up to him.

The car ride consisted of us yelling out the lyrics of our favorite songs and laughing at our sad attempt of hitting the high notes. Once we arrived to my house, Luke turned the car off and turned to face me. "Will you be nice enough to invite me in for a drink?" he says with that damn smirk.

I knew I already had too much to drink. I also knew what time it was. But the words just slipped out of my mouth. "Do you want to come inside for a drink?"

My mom is working a night shift, my dad is working out of state and my brother and sister are staying with my cousins so the house is empty. I take out the key from our hiding spot in a small pot and unlock the door. I click the lights on and walk over to the kitchen. I hear Luke close the door and walk in, leaning on the counter.

"Do you want orange juice?" I look in the fridge, having nothing else but that and milk. Real smooth. Great job Cynthia.

I hear him chuckle and turn to face him, closing the fridge in the process and leaning on the opposite counter from him.

"Nah, it's okay," he smirks.

How I enjoy these little moments with  him. I stare into his eyes, smiling. He does the same, smirking. He walks up to me, never breaking eye contact, his height making me look up. He then places his hand on my cheek, bringing his face closer to mine, and the other on my hip. The butterflies in my stomach go crazy and my heart begins to race.

He smashes his lips on to mine, passionately. My fingers wrap into his hair, while his hand moves from my cheek to the back of my head and intertwines in my hair, pulling me closer.
Things quickly become heated and he lifts me up on to the counter, his lips never leaving mine. I wrap my legs around him, bringing him closer, while his hands laid on my lower back, doing the same. Then his teeth sink into my bottom lip, making me let out a small moan. His tongue slips into mine when we're interrupted by his phone ringing.
"Ignore it," he whispers.
He continues kissing me, and after a while it stops ringing. His fingers reach for the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up, over my head and throws it somewhere behind me. His lips find mine again and reaches behind my back to unhook my bra but again we're interrupted by his phone ringing.
"Fuck," he says under his breath.

Clearly irritated, he reaches in his pocket for his phone. He answers his phone with frustration, "What do you want?" He mouths sorry to me and heads to the living room.

We just kissed. Well a lot more than just kissing. The thought of it making me blush.

I jump off the counter and head over to the back door to give Luke his privacy and to get my breathing back to normal. I turn the corner and stop in my tracks, staring at what was in front of me. What was supposed to be a locked door was wide open.

"Cynthia?"

"O-over here"

Luke walks up behind me and sees the door. "Stay here."

He walks outside, looking for anyone in sight but turns back around, seeing no one. He walks in, closing the door behind him and locking it. He then proceeds to check upstairs.

A few minutes later he comes back saying, "The good thing is that there's no one here." I breathe out a sigh of relief when I hear those words.

"But, I just got off the phone with  Nick. They found Bryan from the football team in the woods. He's dead."

I'm sorry I know it's short, i just think this is a good place to stop. I'll try to make the next chapter better I promise. Thank you guys so much for reading this far : )