WARNING: Sexual Themes. Don't read if it makes you uncomfortable.

Spencer grabbed the shirt and stormed towards the trash can. You grabbed his arm, "what if he knows you're throwing it away! He's unpredictable." Spencer huffed and threw the shirt in the trash. "Whatever, it's fine." He walked towards the fridge and grabbed a beer chugging it. You watched, unsure on what to do. "Who the fuck did you bring to my apartment?" His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. You gulped, "I don't know, I didn't mean to, I..." you couldn't continue talking because of the way he was looking at you. He sighed and threw the bottle in the trash. "Come on, lets get back to bed." He walked towards you and grabbed your wrist roughly and dragged you to his room. "Spencer?" He continued on and walked to his room and threw you onto his bed. "Spencer!" He growled "would you stop yelling my head hurts," he climbed on top of you covering your mouth, tying your hands behind you with his belt. Your voice was muffled. "I've let you stay here, eat here, sleep on my couch, and protected you. You owe me (F/n)." His breath smelt like alcohol, he has been drinking all night. You shook under his weight and tears threatened to fall. "G-get off" you managed to say muffled through his fingers. His other hand slid under your shirt and you tried to kick him off but he put his legs on them. His hand slipped behind your back and unclipped your bra. You began flailing trying to escape. "Stop!" You yelled against his hand and he pushed the bra up so he could touch your breast. "Stop! Stop!" He tore your shirt off and laughed looking at your breast and slid his thumb over your nipple. You were balling, tears falling from your eyes as you continued to try to escape. His hand went down to your pajama pants and all of a sudden his weight was lifted off of you. You heard grunts and yells and you looked over to see a man in an orange hoody on top on Spencer, punching his face with a gloved hand. Blood was coating Spencer's face as he tried to push the male off of him. You squirmed trying to get up. You were unable to speak due to shock. The hooded man got up and started stomping on Spencer's stomach. "Stop.." you whispered. The man stopped his foot an inch away from Spencer's stomach. His head snapped towards you and then he backed off of Spencer. You looked at Spencer and noticed his chest rise and fall. He's knocked out, but he was a bloody mess. The hooded man walked towards you and you tried to moved away but the belt on your wrist were restricting you. "Go away!" Your voice quivered as tears and snot ran down your face. He gently pulled down your bra back over you exposed bosoms and lifted your back to clip it back on. He noticed the blood on his gloves and took them off and you saw his tanned skin. He gently pulled your shirt back down and sat you up. You were in shock unable to speak. He undid the belt and took your hands. You were shaking and he rubbed his thumbs gently around your wrist. "Shh, you're okay now (F/n)" he whispered. He lifted his mask up above his lips and kissed your hand. He pulled it back down and leaned over towards the nightstand and grabbed the tissues and cleaned you up. His hands were warm against your cold skin. "W..why?" You whispered, "Why me? What do you want with me?" More tears fell from your face. He sat down on the bed next to you and you moved away. "(F/n), I'm... I'm in love with you. Ever since I saw you at the party, ever since I seen the disgusting man on top of you ---" He pointed to Spencer who was passed out on the floor "-- ever since I saw your 'friend' Lucas run out of the house not even looking for you as you risked your life trying to find him!" He clenched his fist and you shook in fear. Lucas didn't look for me? No, he had to of, he's my best friend. "You're so strong and beautiful and, and," he paused and pushed a hair away from your face and you flinched, "pure." He calmed down and pulled up his mask above his nose and his lips hovered over yours and he kissed you. He tasted like mint and he smelled like aftershave and a hint of cologne. He departed slowly and wiped a tear from your cheek. Your eyes were blurred and you wanted to get away. This man is a killer, he's a freak. How many people has he killed? "I have to go now (F/n), I love you and always will." He kissed the top of your head and pulled his mask down. "You don't love me, you're a murderer and an obsessed freak!" You shot up from the bed and looked at him with anger. "Lucas would never leave me to die! He's my best friend. You don't know me!" He fiddled with something in his front pocket. (F/n), please cal-" You rushed towards him and yelled "and look what you did to Spencer! You stalk me and you text me threatening messages! Just leave me alone you monst-" He grabbed your neck roughly and placed the tip of his knife on your stomach. You gasped. "I am not a monster! I protected you! I saved you from getting raped, twice! I made sure you would live when we rushed in and killed almost everyone! I made sure you were safe!" You were clawing at his hand trying to get it off your neck and the knife nicked your skin causing a little cut. All of a sudden his hand was off you and the knife dropped and you fell to the floor gasping for breath. You coughed and more tears flowed down your face. "I'm... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you..." He fell to his knees and reached out to you but you flinched away backing up. He picked up his stuff and got up with his back slumped forward. "I promise I won't hurt you again love, I promise..." He opened the apartment door and walked out closing it quietly. You hurled into a ball and cried into your knees until you fell asleep. 

You felt a warm light touch your face and you rubbed your sore eyes. You opened them up slowly to meet a familiar ceiling. It was your own bedroom ceiling. You sat up a bit too fast and got dizzy and held your head and squeezed your eyes closed. Once you felt stable you looked around. You were sitting up on your bed and you saw a piece of paper folded on your nightstand near your lamp. Reaching over you picked it up, it read:

My dear (F/n),

I didn't feel safe with you there alone with that disgusting man, so I packed your things and drove you back to your place. I'm truly sorry for yelling at you and hurting you, I swear I never meant to, I'd never hurt you on purpose (F/n). I hope you feel better, as much as I hate to say it, maybe you'll be up to go back to college soon? I'd hate to see you leave but you need to be more social, I don't want you to become a hermit do I? Anyways, I love you.

Love, Hoodie

XOXO.

Hoodie? Did he give you something to call him? You continued to read the note about 20 times. He wouldn't hurt you on purpose? He didn't feel safe? Going back to college? He packed your things and drove you to your apartment? Drove. He drove me back. He owns a car. If you can find the car and get the license plate maybe, just maybe you can see who he is. Should you call the cops? But he's unpredictable so he could easy snap, or worse, kill you. Should you just get to school? You've missed a couple of days. You stood up out of bed and grabbed some clothes and walked to the bathroom. Thankfully your bathroom didn't have any windows. You looked into the mirror back at your self your (s/c) skin has lost it's warmth and your eyes were red from crying so much. Your neck had a bruise in the shape of a hand. You saw something familiar. You inspected yourself and it took you almost a minute to realize. You were in his shirt once again. His fucking shirt. You'll never be able to escape him, no matter how hard you try. That's why you have to find out who he is and maybe even trap him? Convince him you love him back, get him to trust you, and lock him somewhere until the cops arrive? That doesn't sound so bad. You looked back at yourself.

I'll escape him.