Psycho

Chapter Twenty-Four: Hells Hostage

"Luke?" I gasped, a huge lump formed in my throat. I could of spewed up everywhere then died on the spot.

He had a mad expression plastered on his face, his pupils small, eyebrows scrunched up. Before I could protest any further, he reached out and grabbed my forearm, spinning me around and pulling me into him so my his chest was against my back. He fiddled with something in his pocket for a moment before I felt a stinging sensation on the small of my back, "Move," he demanded in my ear. When he noticed I wasn't moving, he dug the object into my back more, a squeal leaving my lips. "Fucking move, I won't hesitate to kill you with this knife right here, right now"

I nodded and gulped, knowing there was no way out of this. He had a grip on my left bicep, the other hand holding the knife to my back.

I walked forward, with Luke right behind me, "Bedroom." He said.

Slowly and carefully, I walked over to my bedroom, trying my best not to attract any form of attention from anyone, especially Daniel or James. Oh God, if James seen, I don't know what would happen.

He slammed the bedroom door shut and dragged the wooden chair that I kept beside my window and wedged it in front of the door, tilting it so the back of the chair was against the door knob, preventing people from getting in.

"Right," He started, pulling off his jumper, revealing a black belt with knives, guns, needles and other death tools. "You're going to act like I'm not here OK, you're going to go back out there, I have business to take care of. Do not let anyone in here, there will be consequences." He growled, removing the chair and gestured for me to get out, I walked over to the door before his voice stopped me, "Remember, I'm watching" Luke smirked.

I shivered and walked out the room, shutting it over behind me and getting on with the party, acting like there isn't a psychopath -- who is meant to be going to England tomorrow -- in my room who will probably kill everyone. "Stop thinking of shit like that" I whispered to myself, making my way over to the drink table, pouring straight Vodka into the red cup and necking it down in one, feeling the liquid burn my throat and watering my eyes from the strength of it.

The back of my neck was sweaty from the fear I had at the moment. I flung my hair up into a quick high bun and poured myself another drink, this time Vodka and a little bit of Coke, not wanting to go through the burning pain again.

"Hey Scar" James said from behind me unexpectedly, making me jump in fright.

"Hey James," I forced a smile, "you scared the shit out of me"

"Sorry. Anyway, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost" He chuckled.

"Something like that.." I laughed uneasy.

"Huh?" He said, tilting his head in confusion.

"Nothing," I waved "I'm fine, really." I gave him a small smile, which he returned. "So, what do you think of Daniel?" I winked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Scarlet I've told you already, this ain't a dating show," He rolled his eyes "But he's a cool guy, and he's hilarious" He said and I smiled at his answer.

There was a loud smashing sound from my bedroom, causing everyone to stop what they were doing, only the music playing in the background. I coughed awkwardly and walked towards my room, feeling everyone's gazes on me. When I got to the door, I opened it a little and slipped through. Luke was standing up, his fists clenched at his sides, with little shards of the table lamp sprawled over the carpet.

"What happened?" I whispered.

"The fucking idiot knocked over the lamp," He exclaimed, extending an arm out and pointing to the 'fucking idiot' -- I looked to see who he was talking about, only to see no one there.