We had been living in our new home for two weeks now. Everything was perfect. No one was looking for us, no cops, no agents, no one. We were living peacefully.
Luke wasn't feeling great and went off to bed a little early. I stayed up and watched reruns of my favourite shows.
I was enjoying my own company, laughing to myself at Pheobe from 'friends' being her usual self when suddenly I felt uncomfortable. I felt like I was being watched...
"Luke. .?" I called in a shakey voice. "Luke, if you're trying to scare me, it's not funny." I called again, sounding more confident this time.
Of course I was expecting Luke to try and scare me. We've known each other since we were kids and for as long as I can remember Luke has been pulling pranks on me and of course Michael, Calum and Ashton.
Michael, Calum and Ashton were our friends too, although I can't actually remember what happened to them. I hadn't seen them in a while, a while as in since the day I turned eighteen.
They just disappeared I guess. I can honestly say the last time I remember being with them was the night we went out to celebrate my birthday.
I relaxed when the feeling that some stranger was watching me went away. I decided it would be a good time to go and get some sleep. Maybe I just thought someone was watching me because I was tired, it makes sense.
I ran up the stairs feeling like a stranger was in our house again. I ran into our room and dives on top of Luke.
"Babe? What are you doing? " He asked in his sexy, sleepy voice. "I thought someone was in the house..." I trailed off. Lukes face turned white and he jumped up and took a gun from his bedside table. He searched the entire house and came back into the room, relieved.
"Luke, what was that all about?" I asked, concerned. "Nothing, um, I just wanted to make sure that nobody did break in.." Luke stammered his words. What was going on with him? He was acting weird. He kept getting flustered when he tried to speak when I mentioned anything about being safe and happy.
"Okay." I nodded at Luke. We both crawled into our huge king sized bed. Luke pulled me towards him and cuddled into me. "Goodnight Emily." Luke whispered into my ear, "I love you." He finished. "Goodnight Luke, I love you too."
I knew no one was in our house, and with Luke beside me I felt especially safe.
I woke up the next morning and Luke was still fast asleep. I didn't want to wake him so I just headed downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs there was a knock at the door.
I wondered who it could be as I walked towards the door. I gently pulled the door open the be greeted by an unfamiliar face. "Hello, would you be Emily?" I was asked by the man at the door. He was a tall man, he had sunglasses on and wore a suit. He looked like some fancy agent. "Yes, I am. Who are you?" I asked, confused.
"Come with me." He demanded more than asked. "No! Luke!!" I screamed out for Luke. I heard Luke running fast down our long marble staircase.
Then the man hit me, hard, across the face and last thing I remember was Luke screaming to let me go. I heard Luke saying that I'm not involved.
I woke up in a dark room, my hands were tied. "Hello?!" I yelled. "Someone, please untie me!" I yelled again.
I heard footsteps coming towards me. I looked up to see a tall man in front of me. The lights in the room came on and were too bright. When I could actually see, I looked at the man in the face. I immediately recognised him.
"Oh my god!" He smiled at me. "Calum!"
