Psycho Stalker

Chapter 9

A/N; Okay so chapter 9 is finally here! I couldn't wait to update it so here you go!! Again sorry for taking so freaking long! Christine won't be in this chapter, but I think I am going to change her character a bit, she seemed too scared all the time and that annoys me, haha. Don't worry I'm not changing too much, just a few minor adjustments. Anyways, enjoy ;)

Louis's P.O.V, a flash back on the night Ashton went missing;

I cannot believe Harry brought me back into this situation again. I thought I escaped him. We all thought that. We thought," Oh, he's in Glendale! We're safe and free from him!". No. They had to shorten his time there didn't they? It was supposed to be 15 years. How did it get to only 3 and a half years? I don't care how good he was, or how well his therapy sessions were going. He fucking murdered innocent people just because of his sick and chaotic ways.

I realize, he's going to drag me back to hell, and nobody can stop him.

Snapping me out of my thoughts I hear loud movement from the back of the van. He's going to try it again. Oh... I don't wanna do this, I really don't. I immediately pull over the van to a clearing in the woods that line the highway. I turn off the engine and hop over the front seats in order to get to the back. I almost tripped, that would have not been ideal.

 I successfully make it over the seating without killing myself and I rush over to where this guy is laying. Wait, stop, does he deserve this? No, that doesn't matter, he tried to escape even though I told him if he even tried he would be in big trouble, I'm not risking anything. I grab him by his shoulders and pull him up to me, he is heavier than I thought... I speak with all the force left in my body," Listen! I told you not to pull one bloody trick! Not to move! What do you do? Now I have to hurt you, and I don't want to. I have to". He stares at me with utter fear, and he tries to scream through the duck tape that is tightly wound around his mouth and half of his head.

 'That's gonna hurt like a mothertrucker when it comes time to take that tape off', I thought.

He tries to break away from my hands, but is unsuccessful because of the rope and zip-ties that  constrict every move he makes. I pull out a Swedish jackknife, because hey, we all need one. I flip the screw option out of the small tool and I stare at it, then I glance at him. He looks at me like a weak injured puppy, one without it's mother. He violently shakes his head 'no'.

I am so sorry. I have no other choice. You made me do it. You asked for it.

* Two weeks later* 

Harry's P.O.V;

What now? We have him yet nobody seems to care that he's missing. The days when his name was on headlines are now over. The news has not said one word about him in the past 10 days. Maybe this isn't the real Ashton Irwin. Nope, never mind I am sure it is the real him, I think.

I strut back and forth, thinking. I walk about two feet, turn around, walk another two feet, turn around and repeat. Where is she? She should be here now begging for his life. And then I would say," Take me or send your lover to his death!", I'm such a romantic. 

I hear a sound that makes my heart stop for a mere second. Someones knocking on the front door. I quickly jog up the steep steps that allow me to leave my basement and enter my kitchen. I close the basement door and dead bolt it, and then I steadily push a tall bookcase in order to cover any sight of the basement door. The banging. "Jesus...," I mutter while walking towards the front door. I look through the peephole and it's the pizza guy. I sigh and unlock the five dead bolts that reside on my door. Who needs a expensive security system when you have guns and deadbolts? Yeah, didn't think so.