Tag, You're It :: L.H

"Eenie meenie miny mo,
Catch a lady by her toes,
If she screams, don't let her go."

when Luke wants something, he will do everything he can to get it.


4. ::3::

When I woke up, I wasn't on the grass or on my bed. Actually, I wasn't sure where I was, it was so dark and the only sounds I heard was the odd profanity now and then. The place I was in seemed to be moving as I assumed it was a car or something – then it hit me. The last thing I remembered before I woke up was eating that dodgy ice cream. The ice cream man must have drugged me or something, well that was the only explanation I could fathom up at that moment.

"I see you're awake, princess." I heard a familiar voice say and I could practically hear the smirk floating in his voice. I looked at where the sound had came from and saw a little bit of light bleed through.

My heart was beating loudly in my chest. "My n-name isn't princ-princess." I tried to come off as sassy but my voice trembled with fear.

"I know," he smirked to himself as he parked the van. "I know more about you than you do yourself." Shivers ran down my spine like waves at the beach, his words imprinting in my mind. What was that supposed to mean?

"If that's the case, I-I need to know about you – your name at least." I tried to build up the courage and to sound strong but, on the inside, I was dying from nerves and terror.

"Ah, my name is Luke," he licked his lips as he let me out, gripping my wrist so tightly he was sure to leave a mark. "I'm 25 years old and I'm in love with small brunettes." I remember him now, he's my mum's friend.

"I know you," my eyes widened. I can't believe it, well I actually can – I mean he always made me feel uncomfortable and I knew something wasn't right about him.

He was just messing around, he wasn't being serious at all. This is all just a dream, a stupid stupid dream. I tugged at my arm making him grip tighter.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled loudly, pushing me in - I'm assuming - his house. I thought he lived next door. My weak back slammed on the wooden floorboards as I let out a yelp. My eyes pricked with tears that were threatening to fall, but I wouldn't let them.

"Please," I weakly begged, not moving from the floor. "Please don't hurt me, I want to go home." I sobbed causing him to grab my wrist again and roughly pull me up, almost giving me whiplash.

"Aww," he said bitterly. "I can't do that, not when I've just got you." He pulled me into a hug and my body stiffened, I tried to push his chest away but he wouldn't budge, his grip just got tighter until I felt as if I was going to pass out from lack of air.

I started to sob violently again. "Stop." I yelled, my joints aching from the long car ride and my head pounding. I didn't want him to touch me or be near he for that matter.

"Stay still," he gritted his teeth. "I don't want to hurt you, my love." So that's why he kidnapped me? Riiight. I didn't say that though, I wouldn't dare of it.

I stayed quiet and still, my eyes streaming silently as I tried my best not to make a sound. I mean I don't want to unset him more than I already have.

"How about I show you to your new bed?"

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