Chapter Thirty One

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The smell of freshly baked pastry was over-whelming from the moment we walked in and I was glad I came as my stomach was full-on twisting into itself with how hungry I was. I scanned the glass cases, looking at all the different pastries and toppings until I finally decided on a strawberry frosted donut with a ton of sprinkles.

Joey also got iced coffees for us and a jelly-filled donut for himself. We took seats close to the front of the cafe so we could people watch.

As he started to eat his donut I took a sip of my iced latte, watching him from under my lashes. He looked happy biting into the confectionary and when the red filling and powdered sugar messed up his hands he wasted no time in sucking it off his fingers.

I took a bite of my own donut before he could say I was staring again.

"So, is it good?" he asked, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin and I nodded, sipping my drink again.

"On a scale of one to ten?"

I screwed up my face in thought at his question, "I dunno, maybe eight?"

"Ah, that good? I was thinking a solid six-point-nine," he grinned and I smiled along watching him slurp down half his coffee in less than a second.

A few seconds later his expression became more serious and he looked into my eyes, "so, I know this may be a sensitive topic for you but I can tell you're not doing so well."

I folded my lips, unsure of what to respond with as I turned my gaze downward, looking at my shoes through the transparent tabletop.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it that's okay too but I'm here to listen whenever you're ready."

As if I could ever tell someone like him what was bothering me.

I was about to take another bite of my donut when a flash of white caught my eye and I froze. Just across the road in a dimly lit alleyway I could've sworn I saw a white mask, but it was there and then gone so quickly I wasn't sure if I'd imagined it or not.

My throat was dry and I'd suddenly lost my appetite as well.

Could it have been him?

I felt a warm hand on mine and as I turned back to look at Joey he had a concerned look on his face. That's when I realized I had been squeezing the life out of the donut, strawberry frosting now smeared over the napkin and my hand.

"Ah, shi- shucks," I mumbled, grabbing another napkin and using it to wipe my hand as Joey took his hand back and I got to my feet, grabbing the cup of coffee as I looked for a bin to toss the barely eaten donut in.

"You ready to go?" he asked and I nodded.

"Yeah I- I promised my mom I'd get some stuff done for her today."

He nodded in understanding and after I found a bin he offered to walk me home.

"No that's not necessary," I tried to offer him a smile for all his troubles, "I had fun though. I'll see you at school?"

"Hey, remember what I said," he patted my shoulder, "I'll be waiting."

Nodding I watched him leave before I headed in the opposite direction, towards home.

I made it home sometime later and found Sara trying to assemble a lego structure with the happily babbling twins. After greeting them I went up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I stripped out of my sweater almost immediately and fell into bed with a heavy sigh.

My head was foggy and I felt like there was a weight on my chest. After a few minutes of lying there, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

I don't know how long I'd been sleeping but considering the fact that I'd been hyper-aware the past few days, as soon as I heard the sound of something outside my window I was immediately startled awake.

I sat upright in bed, my heart hammering in my chest and I almost shrieked when suddenly I saw the white mask appear outside my window. He was here, his head tilted to the side as he watched me silently and I watched him in return.

I swallowed hard and slowly got up from the bed, walking over to the window and opening it, stepping back when he immediately let himself in, looking down at me in silence.

I was about to speak when his gloved hand caressed my cheek and he was examining my face, turning my head this way and that before he used his other hand to gently run his thumb over my bruised neck.

I wasn't sure what to say now since I had no idea what he was thinking and after a while he dropped his hand, standing back to look at me.

"I've barely been gone three days and you're already cozying up to the first guy who takes an interest in you?"

"So you have been stalking me?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and he stood looking at me for a moment before he took a seat in my computer chair across the room, swiveling it so it faced my direction.

"And you don't even have the decency to deny it."

"Decency?" I whisper yelled, appalled that he would even let such a word leave his lips, "you want to talk about decency after what you did to me?"

"I'd do it again."

"Get out," I pointed to the window, my lower lip quivering in anger. I should have known it wouldn't be any use to try and talk to someone like him about boundaries and what was right. He didn't take anything seriously and it was driving me up the wall.

He didn't move though, just sat there watching me and after a while, he started to remove his glove. I don't know why but my stomach did backflips and I swallowed hard, trying to hold my composure, "I s-said get out."

I cursed myself for stuttering but I couldn't think when I could barely tell what expression he had under that mask.

As if answering my silent wish, once his glove was off he lifted the mask from over his face and placed it on the computer desk, all while his eyes held contact with mine.

They looked dull and lifeless and his mouth was a firm set line, his thick eyebrows drawn as he fished something out of his pocket and place it on the computer desk. It seemed to be some sort of box, wrapped up in a bow with red polka dots on it.

I watched him pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter right after and as he attempted to light one up I gritted my teeth, "you can't smoke in here."

He ignored me, sparking the lighter and taking a long drag before he blew the smoke in my direction.

"I said you can't smoke in-"

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" he drawled, cutting me off mid-sentence as he got to his feet, cigarette between his lips.

"What is your problem?" I questioned, taking a few steps back as he advanced.

"My problem..." he trailed off, sounding as if he was actually thinking about it before my back hit the wall and he was glaring down at me, smoke escaping his lips, "is that you're way too overdressed right now."

"We're not doing this," I clenched my jaw, looking up into his eyes harshly, "I'm not just a source of entertainment for you. I want you to leave me alone right now."

"You don't want that," he smirked, sucking the smoke into his lungs before blowing it out again and placing both hands on either side of me on the wall, "you want to be fucked, right here in your room while your little family is oblivious downstairs."

It was hard to keep my breathing under control when he was so close and I was so wet. If I didn't talk to him now though I could never get him to stop doing the things he did.

"Masky-"

"Yes?"

"You really hurt me, you know?"

"I did?" I couldn't tell if he was asking out of concern or not and after a while one of his hands slid down to brush over my chest before making its journey down my body, stopping to hover over my lower abdomen.

"Where did I hurt you? Here?" as he spoke he used the back of his hand to press against me through my jeans and I caught my breath.

"S-stop."

"Answer me then. Where did I hurt you?" he took a final drag on the cigarette before ashing it on the glass base of the lamp on the table next to us.

I was too embarrassed to answer and he slid a hand between my legs, grabbing me in a way that had my body lighting up with sensations. I was still sore even now but for some reason, it felt good.

"Here, hm?" he rumbled, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and it took all the strength I could muster to push against his body, shoving him away from me but he hardly budged and a struggle ensued as his lips were on mine and his body had me trapped against the wall, his hands squeezing my waist and then trailing up to grab my breasts under my top.

I whimpered, my body felt so good under his and I was so tempted to give in and just let him have his way. When he broke the kiss I pushed at him again and this time he slowly took a few steps back, looking down at me with hungry eyes.

"Y-you have to stop. I'm serious, Tim."

At the sound of his name leaving my lips I saw his body go rigid and he ran his tongue across his teeth then scowled, turning his back. I watched him head over to the computer desk and as he grabbed his mask I felt anger flare up in me again.

"Are you seriously just going to leave now?"

"You asked me to, didn't you?"

"Ugh!" I couldn't even get any words out and I stomped my foot, clenching my fists as I glared at his back.

"I'll be back when you're done throwing a tantrum."

I don't know what came over me but with those words of his I saw red and I charged at him, beating at him with my fists until he turned to catch my hands, gripping them tightly with his. I lashed out with my feet instead, kneeing and kicking at him as I felt tears burn my eyes.

"Hey, hey relax," he urged, pulling me against his body and holding me to him so tightly I felt like my eyes would pop.

"Don't tell me to relax," I sniffled, upset that I wasn't strong enough to really fight him, "I hate you."

"Yeah, you sure do."

"It's like you're a different person now," even as I said those words I couldn't decide if it was true or not. There was a time when he would have been somewhat softer with me yes but he had always been forceful from the beginning. I suppose I just didn't expect him to go as far as he did.

He had told me before that he wouldn't hold back anymore, was this what he meant? Is this who he really was?

"I'm not different," he mumbled, putting me away from him, "and you're expecting me to apologise for shit you're too scared to admit you enjoy."

I furrowed my brows, "I expect you to not forcefully take advantage of me just because you can."

He looked at me for a moment before grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer, pressing my body against his, "tell me something then and don't lie."

"What?"I asked, looking into his eyes.

"When I was fucking you," his free hand reached down to grope my ass and I sucked in a breath, "and you were crying into the sheets... why was your pussy so wet?"

His words caused a shiver to run down my spine and butterflies danced in my stomach.

Jesus, did he even know what he was doing to me?

When I didn't answer he pressed his face to my neck, his lips barely touching me there as he spoke, "when I fucked you like the dirty slut you were meant to be, did you hate it or did you want more?"

He licked on my neck, his hands traveling up my body, under my shirt as he held my waist and lifted me up so I was forced to wrap my legs around him. I was too embarrassed to answer or even look into his eyes anymore knowing my body had betrayed me. If he checked right now he would find that I was more turned on than I'd ever been before in his presence and the shame was too much to bear.

"When I told you it was your punishment, did it excite you?"

My body was shaking and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him as he walked me back to the bed and set me down, hovering over me, his eyes searching mine.

"When I was gone, did you miss me?"

That last question. I swallowed, looking away from him and biting my lower lip as I thought.

I did, didn't I?

I watched him straighten himself, walking back over to the computer desk he grabbed his glove and started to put it back on as he turned to me, "you don't need to throw a tantrum to get some dick. You can just ask."

That's not even what any of this was about!

I didn't even have the strength to argue and he flashed me a smirk before it was covered up by the mask.

"I left a little something for you," he spoke, using his thumb to point out the box behind him and then he was climbing through the window, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

All those questions he'd asked, he already knew the answers didn't he? He knew I couldn't resist him and he knew I was fighting against myself to accept that I'd thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. There was just a part of me that knew it was wrong and that was something he just didn't seem to have.

A moment later I went over to the window to watch him leave but he was already gone and I sighed, turning back and going over to pick up the box. Now that I could see it up close I realised they weren't polka dots on the box but actually blood splatters and my heart was suddenly in my throat.

What did he do?

My hands shook as I slowly pulled the bow loose and as I opened the box I had to cover my mouth, shocked.

In the box was an ear, with two distinct silver earrings that I immediately recognised.

It was Joey's.

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