Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

T W E N T Y - F O U R

Caroline was stirred awake by the sound of someone lightly tapping on Larry's window. She had to stay in his room again because her nightmares wouldn't stop, and laying next to him really calmed her down. The tapping continued and she sat up slowly, looking over to her right to see Larry sound asleep. She smiled a little, humming softly as she threw her feet over the edge of the bed, stretching her body out. The tapping on the window had stopped but she shrugged it off, deciding to go to the kitchen and get a bottle of water to help her sleep a little better. She made her way down the hall, running her fingers along the white walls as she hummed a tune quietly. Heading towards the entrance of the kitchen, she got a weird feeling, like she was being watched. Usually, she would ignore it because her paranoia tended to come into play, but this time was different. She felt like somebody was watching her from inside the house...not outside. She looked behind her, considering that those feelings would go away if she went back to Larry's room, but she knew at some point she'll have to work through her PTSD alone.

She huffed, stepping into the kitchen quietly. She made her way over to the refrigerator and she opened it up, bending down a little bit to take out a bottle of water. She stood straight and she shut the fridge, opening up the bottle quickly. A few sips as she walked back to his room would calm her down enough, but the minute she turned around, all else was forgotten about. Her fingers tightened around the water bottle, forcing the contents of it to spill onto her clothes and the floor. She backed into the refrigerator, tears welling up in her eyes as the man walked towards her. He was taking slow, steady steps as he closed the distance between them, dark brown eyes nearly closed as his eyes narrowed. Twists hung loosely in his face, dangling in front of his eyes, the hair nearly burning and withering away at how strong his gaze was.

"I missed you," Laurent whispered, taking another step to shorten their distance for good. She was now staring directly at the bottom of his neck, where his skin dipped into his collar bone. Her knuckles were starting to turn white with how tight she was gripping the bottle, and he wanted to laugh at her, but he needed to make sure she felt at ease first. Then again, she's been a little defiant and he knew she was destined to scream at some point. "You see this?"

Laurent lifted his hand, revealing a sharp, long knife in his hand. Caroline recognized it as one of Larry's kitchen knives and she eyed it carefully, her breathing picking up when he brought it up to the middle of her throat.

"If you scream...the tip of this knife will be in you throat before you can finish. Right here..." He tapped her throat with the knife, dragging the back of the knife down her neck until he reached the top of her shirt. He glanced down at her chest, biting his lip loosely before he let it go, glancing back at her eyes. "You not talking to me now, baby? You don't miss me?"

Caroline remained quiet, not trusting her voice nor her words. She didn't know what to say; when Larry told her he saw Laurent, a part of her really didn't want to believe it. Now here he was, in Larry's kitchen, holding a knife to her neck in what could be the last few moments of her life. She still didn't look at him, too afraid that she'd give in to whatever he wanted her to do, even if he didn't say anything at all. Suddenly, one of his hands rushed to the back of her head and he gripped a handful of her hair, yanking her head backwards so she would be forced to look at him. She yelped loudly and she grabbed his hands, whimpering when he brought the knife up to her eye. Laurent hummed, biting his lip again as he dragged it down her face, using the sharp edge to pierce her skin just a little bit, but not enough to make her bleed out. She whimpered again, hot tears pouring from her eyes almost automatically as she panted, praying that Larry would wake up and see him. Laurent opened his mouth to say something else, but the sound of Larry calling out for Caroline cut him off.

"Caroline?"

Caroline looked up at Laurent and he leaned in towards her ear, letting his tongue slither out so he could run it up and down the side of her neck before he spoke. "Answer him."