Willow Harris- her mother was abusive most of her life, due to her father leaving her at a young age. She had dealt with the worst pain or so we think. Willow finally gets the chance to go to college with her best friend and cuts off all ties with...
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I wake up to a loud banging on the door and Serena barging into my room, looking frightened.
"Willow! There'ssomecreepyguyatthedoor. Ididn'topenitbuthestartedaskingforinformatio-naboutyouandifyou'rehome-" She rambles on.
"Wowowow slow down. What happened?" "There's some creepy guy at the door asking if you're home." "Who?" Last time I checked I haven't talked to any guys since I got here.
"I don't know! I didn't open it. Come with me to the door."
Much to my dismay, she forcefully drags me out of my bed and makes me throw on a shirt that she got from the hamper. Gross.
I quickly run to the kitchen to get a knife as I always do when strangers come to the door.
"OPEN THE HELL UP!" A voice booms from the other side of the door, scaring Serena and I.
I look through the peep hole to see who it is. I see a man in a red shirt and black pants and-
I drop the knife in my hand.
No- no no no. It can't be.
"IF THIS DOOR DOESN'T OPEN UP IN THE NEXT 20 SECONDS I SWEAR TO G-D I WILL BREAK IT DOWN." I quickly look away from the peep hole, scared he saw me.
"Serena I can't open it." "What! Why not?! He's asking for you, not me!" She whisper-screams.
"Serena I just can't ok? Please just open it and tell him I don't live here. I'll go hide in my room." I leave before she can answer.
I go to my room and quickly go under the bed to hide.
I say a silent prayer so Satan doesn't come for us during this time and wait for Serena to open the door.
"Is Willow Harris here?" I hear, anger laced in his tone.
"Who's asking?"
"That's none of you G-d damn business. Now, is she here or not?"
"No."
"Don't. Lie. To. Me."
"P-please l-let go."
Is he choking her?
I run to the door and open it slightly to see. Oh mother of Jesus.
She's pinned to wall and held up by his grip with a knife to her neck and blood trickling down to the floor. Tears are streaming down her face as she sobs and gives him a pleading look as in not to murder her right then and there.
I slowly open door to go to the kitchen to get a knife.
I repeat these words in my brain
Slowly...
Slowly...
Slowly...
Creak.
Shit.
Both their heads snap to my direction.
Without thinking, I barge out of the room and run to the kitchen to get another knife only to find that all of them are gone. I turn to him, only to see the pile of knives laid by him as he holds Serena in a death grip.
"Let her go." I say, in an oddly calm way.
"I will."
I give him a questioning look.
"When you hand over something of yours."
I want to punch him in the face.
"Anything. Just let her go. She didn't do anything." I plead.
