You and Luke argued earlier today. He didn’t want you to be going out tonight, especially not with what you were wearing, or how late it was. Maybe it was because he had some sort of twisted sense of protectiveness for you. Though at times you couldn’t help but feel absolutely infuriated with his behavior and maniacal thoughts. You needed a break.

You decided to go out with your friends, it lasted until around 12:30 am. You had decided to walk home, as the location you were at previously wasn’t that far from where you and Luke lived and you were somewhat tipsy and didn’t want to get pulled over by a cop nor trusted yourself to drive. You had continued following the map on your phone home, it was dark, and eery, but you’d rather deal with that then getting arrested. Though everything had been fine until you had saw a pair of car lights emitting from what was a black car, not far where you were from, it was Luke. He was tracking you, and he wanted you to know it.