Omaha Boys and Derek Luh Interracial Imagines ❤️

Hush; Skate Maloley

  Based on the horror movie Hush.

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  I got up from the bed and grabbed my iPhone and Mac book pro, and walked down the hall. 

  Setting it down on the counter top, I began making a simple dinner of spaghetti and Texas toast. 

  I set the toast in the oven before setting the meat in a pot. 

  As I waited for the meat to finish browning, I went and fed my cat, Bitch. 

  I rattled the bowl of cat food and whistled, looking around for the sleek, grey body of our shared cat.

  I pushed open the sliding glass door and rattled the container again. 

  This time she came running and rubbed up against my legs. I stooped down and set the bowl down before scratching behind her ears and standing up. 

    I stood up and noticed my friend, Y/BFF/N walking up to the place from a distance. 

    As she walked up, she waved and signed; "Hey girl, how are you?" 

We sat on the front steps, having a conversation, well actually, me trying to teach her how to sign. 

  After a while, I noticed Y/BFF/N jump and turn towards the house. I looked back and noticed the lights shining brighter and the floor vibrating. She covered her ears as I ran back inside and shut off the alarm. 

  I pulled the meat of the stove and tossed it in the trash, the smoke still in the room, as I opened windows and doors, trying to air it out. 

  Jazmyn tapped my shoulder and I turned around, seeing her signing to me that she was heading home to her husband.

  I walked back in and restarted dinner. 

As I was finishing up and sitting down on the couch, my sister, Y/S/N called via FaceTime. 

  I answered and we talked about my upcoming book release. 

  I had just hung up when I got another FaceTime call, but this time from my ex, someone I still loved and held dearly to my heart, Nate Maloley. 

  "Hey," he said, he still wasn't very good at sign language, so I just read his lips or he wrote on a piece of paper or something. 

  I just smiled and waved back, biting my lip. 

"How are you? What are you using your computer?" He asked, he wasn't wearing a shirt and man was he looking good these days. I guess I must have been staring long because I started to notice his shoulders bobbing up and down, he was laughing. 

 I started feeling all awkward after a while and told him, well, wrote down that I had to go. 

  "Awww I'm sorry, look, don't go, look,l Y/n, I--" His face slowly changed from a cocky smirk to a look of confusion. 

  "What?" I wrote down, looking at him intently. 

   He sat still for awhile then his face changed again, this time to anger. 

  "Are you... Are you with someone?" 

  I shook my head confused and thought, what the hell is he talking about?!

  Once again his face changed, this time to a face of fright. 

  "Listen to me carefully Y/n, I--" At that moment the power went out and the call dropped. I checked the WiFi and it too was out. 

  I got up, looking around for my phone when I noticed that it was missing and the sliding glass door was open. Along the glass, there was a bloody hand print as it was smeared across towards the end of the glass. 

  I slowly walked towards it, and no not like I was waiting for the killer to pop up, I just needed to get it closed and locked before he came back and tried to get in.

  Just as it was almost closed a man in a mask came sprinting up the steps and grabbed the handle. I hurriedly pushed it closed and locked it. 

 He punched the side of the house and shook his head. Then, slowly retreated down the stairs. 

  After I was almost completely sure he was gone, I grabbed my purse of the counter and pulled out my lipstick. 

  I slid to the door and pulled off the top writing something on the glass for the man. 

  He came back as expected and stood there for a while, reading my message. 

  "Can you understand me?" I looked at him, dazed, in a trance. 

 "Can. You. Understand me?!" He tapped on the glass with his gloved knuckle. 

  I nodded my head and he repeated my message. 

  "Didn't see face. Boyfriend coming home soon. You mean the ex- boyfriend who lives in LA? The rap singer boyfriend?" He smirked and took of his mask showing me his face, I dropped my head. 

  "You know, I can get in here anytime I want. I can come in easily. But, what's the fun in that, huh?" I shook my head, tears running down my cheeks in small rivulets. 

  He showed me my phone, it indicating I was getting an incoming call from Nate. 

  He walked away and I hurriedly ran to my computer, and typed: 

mom, dad, Y/S/N, 

  i love you guys, know that. tell the police the man was tall, about 5'8, had blond hair like a buzz cut and had pale blue eyes, about 28-29 years old. i died fighting. i love you, tell nate i love him too...

  Then, the man was back and he was punching at the glass with a weapon, each time the glass cracking a little more. I shut my eyes, tears coming out in more droplets now. 

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Part 2 yes or no..??