Thank you all for your continued support, I am going to try and keep this plot going for as long as possible however I think this is going to end pretty soon. But don't give up hope just yet, I haven't yet admitted defeat :)

I thought I knew what was coming next, but Leslie surprised me. He didn't come towards me, he didn't even speak to me. I carried on watching him as if my life depended on it, and at this point it may have, without any warning he left the room and closed the door behind him. I stood up quickly and observed my surrounds, although this was my own house and my own room I had never really strategically thought about what I owned that could help me if I was ever in a situation like this. I looked out of my window, luckily my bedroom was at the front of my house, although it was dark outside I drew the curtains and opened the window ever so slightly. I turned and looked at the clock, Detective Murdoch had agreed to follow to my house at around 10 o'clock, it was now only quarter to. I had fifteen minutes to endure Leslie, providing that everything went according to plan I just hoped that one of my friends realised I was upstairs and not in my living room as we had arranged.

Leslie had been gone for some time now so I decided to place myself back on the edge of my bed as I had been earlier, I did not dare allow him to realise I had moved from my place. The consequences would be unimaginable. I heard footsteps on the other side of the door, as the door creaked open Leslie came back into the room, he didn't seem any different, I had no idea where he had been or what he had been doing. "I just had to make sure some things were in order, we couldn't be having any interruptions now could we?" I shook my head hesitantly, I still didn't have the strength to open my mouth and reply to him. He continued to talk for a while longer, every so often I took small glances at the clock, it was now two minutes before 10 o'clock. My worst nightmare was soon to be over, at least that's what I thought.

Leslie looked at me and then in the direction of the clock to where my eyes had just travelled, he looked back at me with rage in his eyes. "What am I missing here Emily?" I held myself together to give him no indication as to the answer. "You will tell me Emily." He said as he moved towards my face, "Or there will be severe consequences for you." He whispered in my ear. I could not stand this any longer my fate was inevitable, I used all of the courage I had left in me and stood up. I quickly moved out of Leslie's way and opened the door, I proceeded to my stairs, panting and wheezing as I ran. Leslie was fast approaching behind me. I began to move down my staircase, as fast I my legs would take me when all of a sudden i lost my footing. I tumbled down the stairs, hitting every limb possible on everything that stood in my way. I hit the floor with a loud thud, I was aching and was unable to move. Now Leslie had caught up to me, he was two stairs for the bottom when I heard footsteps from outside, I only hoped that George would reach me before Leslie did.