Luke pushed me agianst the wall and started to kiss me. I shouldn’t have let him into my room. He felt so good. His strong fingers ran through my hair.

I tried to slide away from him because of fear that my dad would come in and spoil our fun, but he kept me there, lips on mine.

I finally ducked under his arms and put a robe around myself and reached for the door, but he grabbed my collar and stared into my eyes. I looked away from him and started for the door. I felt the cold doorknob and turned my wrist, refusing to turn around.

“I wouldn’t try that, Darling.” He said. The door was locked from the outside. When I turned, I saw him smiling like a pychopath. “Luke?” I said. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his pocket knife.

“Sweetie.” I said. His smiled twisted into a frown. He charged at me with it pointing at my chest. I dove onto the bed to get out of the way. He is to strong for me to fight him. I only had a few minutes to convince him otherwise.

I calmly walked towards him, which puzzled him, and removed the knife from his hand while his guard was down. He let me take it.

I threw the knife into the wall and pushed him onto the bed and kissed him so that he wouldn’t kill me. I kissed him for a few seconds and removed my robe. I ran my hands along his sides and kissed him again. He put a hand beneath my armpit. I had put a spell on him.

I yelled, “Cut!” And walked offset towards the dressing room.

Writer’s Note✍️—————————————————

Hey! Sorry I haven’t writen in a while. I have divorced parents and only have devices at one home.

I am taking a vote for if you want me to continue

A) Hunger Games? Mabye Tommorrow

B) Witches of the Woods

C) Stitches

Thank you!