She wanted to leave all of her problems behind and just run away. But sometimes what you try to run away from follows you.

Layla ran away and didn't look back, a new small town, hot guys and clean slate seem to be just what she needed. But when the camera flashes and the mysterious feeling that someone is always watching her suddenly appears again. Is this new town her escape or a stalker nightmare come to life.

-Pretty Little Liars Competition-


1. Chapter 1

Rain droplets ran down my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere it touched. I sloshed through the mudded empty parking lot, a short cut to my small house. The tears on my face slid rapidly down, blurring my vison, only the small street lights made anything visible. The heavy footsteps which once followed now were silent, but somehow I knew he was still close by.

"leave me alone" I yelled, through my chocked tears. " I don't ever want to talk to you ever again". My head buzzed with serranoes, all of which couldn't of ended with the outcome of tonight. How could I trust someone like him, how could I trust anyone after this.


A small glimmer in the distance caught my eye my house, I ran faster hoping he wouldn't catch up. If he did I don't know what would happen. I raced for my back door, and was able to just slide it open without any hesitation. I instantly locked it, upon seeing a tall dark figure approaching the house.

I heaved out a heavy breath, the tears on my face had now dried, but the goosebumps on my skin seemed to want to remain. Something in the back of my head told me this wasn't right, something bad was going to happen. 

I let out a small gasp I never left the back door unlocked. I left earlier using the front door which I locked upon leaving.

My breaths became more uneven, any attempt of silencing them was a joke. I turned around facing the screen door, broken glass surrounded the small window next the lock. My eyes widened Someone was in the house.

​I spun around you need a weapon Layla or else you are going to get killed, I ran towards the kitchen, my heavy footsteps betraying me. A knife lay on the counter which I knew wasn't there earlier, I grabbled it swiftly ready to defend myself.

"Layla, Layla, Sweet little Layla" His voice hummed from behind me, a voice which I had recognized since I had moved to this town, a voice which once brought me comfort.

 "I would put that knife down, you don't want to hurt yourself" He cool voice laughed, the sick smile on his face only made my grip tighter on the knife. His body was covered in the dark shadow of the night, but a steak of moonlight struck upon the shiny black object he was holding a gun.

​"I never wanted it to be like this Layla, but I only ever wanted you to love me, as I loved you for all of those years" He sighed taking a step closer to me.

I gasped, ​years I had just met him this summer when I moved here.​ I took another step back, but my feet crunched on the glass scattering the floor. There was nowhere left to go, my back my pressed against the wall. 

"I see now that you never loved me" He sneered looking up at me a look of hurt crossed his baby blue irises. He stopped stroking his gun and started to raise it to me.

"No, no ,no you have it all wrong. I've always loved you" I gasped. The tears which I had thought dried up now streamed down my cheeks, leaving a salty taste in my mouth.  

"Really, you did" He answered a wolf like grin grew on his lips. He slowly walked over towards me and reach up to touch my face. I flinched any as soon as his cool rough fingers made contact.

"Liar" He yelled backing up a step. "Layla you know what I do with liars" He raised his gun and positioned his hand to take it off safety. I took this as my opportunity to stab him. I jumped over and sunk my knife into his thigh, and ran towards the door as he screamed in pain.

I ran to the front door and swung it open racing for the street which was only a quarter of a mile from my door. Deep chuckling came from inside the house, I took a quick glance back only to see a flash of light. From all of those times I thought it was my imagination it never was, someone was always stalking me. "Layla come back, I only want to talk" He yelled in a whiney voice. The knife seemed to have no effect on him he raced toward me.

Clumsily in my flip flops I skidded to the ground feeling a tear in the process. I screamed in pain and tried to get back up but my ankle seemed useless. His chilling voice echoed through the night. "You can't hide from me Layla, not when I know everything about you"

All of the times I had seen him, I never thought he was capable of this. If I had know he was the one taking picture of me in Atlanta I never would of come here. I curled up into a ball, there was nothing I could do, a tree against my back only provided a little bit of coverage he would find me soon enough.

"Layla?" a voice questioned from above, I flung back in fright. But I looked up to see him, the guy I thought was my biggest problem hours ago. The guy who broke my heart, the one who I thought loved me.    

I shook to realization "We have to go, he's going to shoot us. Oh my gosh he's going to try to kill you" My panicked eyes met his dark green ones.

"Wait what do you mean Layla, did someone try to hurt you?" He questioned scanning over my appearance.

Why did I ever accuse him of cheating, he only ever cared about me and now we were going to die. "We have to go now, I know I sound crazy but he's"

"Layla, why did you run off. I thought we were having fun"  I looked up with panic he stood only feet away from us. "I will always love you Layla" His chilling voice said and then it was dark.


Hey everyone this story is for the Pretty Little Liars Competition. Don't worry this isn't the only chapter, I will write another soon.

Everyone please vote and like this story it means a lot thanks!!!!  











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