Two people, one story.

Chapter one.

Lindsay's P.O.V.

"LINDSAY!" my dad yelled from downstairs, he sounded really angry.

I sat in my room, terrified. What if he succeed? What if I'm not strong enough?

The door flew up, there he was. His face was red as a tomato, the expression wasn't the nicest either.

"So, how's it gonna be?" he said evilly.

"No! I won't let you. I'd rather die."

"Fine." he took out a knife from his pocket.

I looked at it, horrified. This is it. I closed my eyes for a second. Then i remembered, he has a problem with his knee, what if i kick him there.

"Ouch!" i screamed groaning in pain. He stabbed me, in my stomach.

Then he pushed me against the wall with the knife by my throat. I panicked.

I kicked him on his knee, exactly where he's hurted.

I ran out of the room, having him chasing after me.

I unlocked the outdoor as fast as i could.

I'm faster than him, though it's difficult to run with a stabbed stomach.

I looked behind me, he was still there. I don't know how long i ran until i noticed he was gone. But where was i?

It was dark outside, and cold. Well, i was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts and a pair of toms.

I found a park bench which looked quite okay for me to sleep on for the night. I looked in my pocket, i had some money in it, not much but at least something.