Chapter Forty Two

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Sore.

That was the only word I could use to describe the state of my body the next day as Amy and I were once again back at the pharmacy to pick up plan B.

This time I was embarrassed when the cashier's eyes met mine as she took the box from me and passed it under the barcode scanner that beeped loudly like it was announcing my active sex life to the world.

Avoiding eye contact, I paid for my item and made a quick escape back to the parking lot where Amy was waiting with the car idle, scrolling through her phone. As soon as I slid into the passenger seat she dropped it onto her lap and turned the key in the ignition, the engine purring to life. I closed the door and she put the car into drive, pulling out of the parking spot and onto the road, heading to my house.

It was a Sunday so the streets were emptier than usual and occasionally we would pass by a few pedestrians, dressed for their Sunday rituals in stiff suits and itchy dresses. I looked over at Amy for just a second, too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

I don't know if she heard us last night but the idea that she did had me wondering what she must be thinking. It was uncomfortable to think that I'd let him do all those things to me under her roof, even if she was my best friend.

Would he keep doing this to me? Popping up unannounced and turning me into a zombified sex toy for his entertainment before disappearing again? I won't lie, it's somewhat thrilling but upsetting at the same time.

This morning when I woke up Masky was gone as I of course expected, but it still didn't stop a ball of emotion from forming in the pit of my stomach. I had at least hoped he would stay long enough for us to actually spend time getting to know each other as he'd promised, but like the last time, he had decided to disappear after the act.

Sighing, I pulled the seatbelt across my torso, clicking it in place and letting my hands fall to my lap. I was wearing one of my oversized gray shirts and gray pajama bottoms with a thick hoodie that I'd pulled over my head, drawing the strings tight to hide the horrors on my body. I didn't care that it made me look like a drug addict. I was an addict in a completely different way.

My stomach fluttered every time I thought about him and my middle ached from the memories of last night, the imprint of him still pulsing within me. My emotions were roiling inside as these images danced across my mind.

He knew what he was doing to me, didn't he?

There was a time when I wasn't questioning my sanity with every new day that passed. All the 'reminders', as he'd called them, were just red flags reinforced by his certain charm. Maybe it was his confidence that made me feel like I could trust him with my life, but on the other hand, the way he looks at me drives fear right into my very soul.

There was nothing soft in those eyes. Even as he kissed me his fingers had made their marks deep into my flesh and if his hands were ever gentle, it's when his teeth bled me.

It was the attention I desperately craved.

My hand pressed against my side and I winced at the new wave of pain that sliced through me, the sensation causing my body to react in the most unexpected way- moisture growing.

Why am I in so deep? I'd gotten lost in him again and said the words I promised myself I wouldn't dare let leave my lips.

And once again, he didn't say it back.

The ball of sadness in my stomach grew and tears threatened to rise the more I thought about it.

I was suddenly pulled back to the present by the sound of Amy's voice.

"So Prom's in two weeks. Did Masky ask you yet?"

I gave her a look of disbelief, "Masky at Prom? Think about that real hard."

She shrugged her shoulders with a grin, popping gum, "Why not?"

"I don't know, he's a little... particular. He probably doesn't even know anything about Prom."

She nodded a bit, arm hanging out the side of her door, "so you ask him then."

"I-I really don't think that's a good idea," I fidgeted with my hands on my lap. Masky wasn't the Prom type. At least, I don't think he is.

After a while Amy spoke again, "I guess we can just go together then."

"What, and look like losers?"

She grinned, "we won't look like losers, Kit."

"I promise you we will."

She laughed out loud at that, earning a chuckle from me as well and I finally started to relax a little more.

"Who else are we gonna go with then?" She questioned like I didn't know she had gotten asked by a million different boys.

"I know for a fact you've been asked. You just keep turning everyone down."

"Cause I haven't been asked by anyone I'd actually wanna go with."

"Hm," I looked over at her, "like who?"

"Like... I don't know."

"Cullin? I remember you really liked him at one point."

"Hm," she seemed to actually be considering it, "I guess I could ask him."

I folded my lips against my teeth in a mock smile, "I guess I could ask Masky too, but what if he says no?"

"Then fuck him. All I know is we're not missing our only Prom."

"Do you know what you're gonna wear yet?"

"We can go dress shopping this weekend if you want."

I nodded at that, watching my street come into full view as we rounded the bend.

"Yeah, sounds good."

I gathered my things as she pulled into the driveway next to Sara's car and when I clicked the seatbelt free, Amy turned to me.

"I think I'm ready to go all the way."

My eyebrows shot up, almost meeting my hairline, "what?"

"Yeah I mean, I just think it's time to do it," she shrugged like it was nothing.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, "with who? You don't have a boyfriend because you've rejected everyone who's ever approached you and-"

"So I'm picky-" she grinned, cutting me off mid-sentence, "besides I don't need to have a boyfriend. I'll just be casual or something."

Casual sex for her first time? I wanted to oppose but thought about how shitty my first time was. It didn't matter in the long run either. It was a means to an end.

I couldn't imagine Masky being my first time. Just the idea of it made my insides tighten. He was too intense and unpredictable.

Damn, I'm back to fantasizing about him again.

"I guess you could be casual," I zoned back in on my conversation with Amy, "but with who?"

"That's what I'm not so sure about," she watched me leave the car and I bent to look at her for a moment.

"Just make sure it's what you actually want. You don't wanna regret it."

She nodded and I closed the door.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you," I watched her pull out of the driveway, waving until she was out of sight before hiking my bag up onto my shoulder and heading inside.

As soon as I went through the door I could hear the sizzling of bacon being fried and the clattering of utensils as Sara busied herself in the kitchen.

Okay, how do I do this? I could rush in and out with a quick greeting and risk her asking about the reason why I look like Kenny from south park, or I could make a quick trip to my room to change into something less obvious and then come back down.

Before I could decide, however, Sara poked her head out to look at me, "Kit? Did you just get back?"

I swallowed and turned to face her with an anxious smile, "y-yeah I was just gonna go up and-"

She wiped her hands on her apron before motioning me to the table where the twins were in their booster seats, using plastic forks to stab at the food on their plates, "Come. Sit and have breakfast."

"Well, I-" I was trying to object but she was already placing a plate for me and when she started pouring orange juice I finally let out a sigh and headed over to the dining area, plopping down onto the chair.

"Kitty look!" Maya pushed her plate over to me so I could see her meal.

"Wow!" I pretended to be amused, getting giggles out of them both as I looked down at the plate with half of a soggy waffle left, "looks delicious."

"Look mine!" Sophia pushed her small plate over as well getting the same reaction from me and they giggled again. It's adorable how easily amused they are.

I pushed the plates back with a smile, "eat up okay?"

"How was your weekend Mija?" Sara asked from the kitchen.

I cut a slice of french toast in two before pouring syrup over it, "it was fun."

Yeah, fun isn't really the right word to describe the shit-show that was my weekend. I'd almost gotten skewered by Jack, Toby murdered my ex right before me, and Masky well he just murdered me in a different way.

I had a hard time swallowing after that.

I hurriedly ate my breakfast whilst answering questions from Sara and once I was done eating I started to excuse myself from the table.

I laughed at the sight of the twins now up to their elbows in maple syrup.

Sara was just about to join us and as she placed her own plate on the table she looked over at me screeching my chair back into place.

"Why are you wearing your sweater inside, you're not cold are you?"

I shook my head, "no it's just uh, bad hair day." I patted my hair under the hoodie to sell the lie some more.

"Is that a bruise- on your lip?" she was about to come over to me but I quickly took a step back, plate in hand.

When I least wanted to be seen, Sara just had to became the most observant person in the world.

"No, it's nothing. I'm gonna go wash up."

I escaped to the kitchen, doing the few dishes in the sink as well as mine before heading upstairs to the comfort of my own room.

Safe at last.

I flopped onto my back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling for quite a while before I sat up and reached for my bag, digging through its contents.

Finding the pink box I ripped it open and removed the bristle pack containing the pills.

I grabbed a bottle of water from my bedside table before plucking the pills out of their casing. As I was getting ready to toss them in my mouth, a knock on my window caused me to jump, the pills spilling onto the floor.

Turning my head, I saw Masky entering my room and I was too shocked to move, watching him now standing before the window, his masked face pointed in my direction.

My mind immediately started to go into panic mode.

No no no- why is he... what the hell is HE doing here?

I hadn't expected to see him again so soon. I didn't know how to cope.

He stalked over to me silently and when he was just in front of me I tilted my head up to look at him.

"H-hi."

He only stood there, looking down at me silently before I watched his gaze shift from me to the torn open box on my bed. His hand reached out to pick it up but I immediately snatched it, stuffing it into the pocket of my hoodie with an awkward chuckle.

"W-what are you doing here?"

He watched me fidget under his gaze for a while before he looked down and bent to pick up the pills I'd dropped. Once he stood up, he opened his palm, offering them to me. I was about to take them when he took his hand away.

"What are these for?"

"Uh, painkillers?" I almost facepalmed at my own stupidity.

It's not like he would care that I was taking plan B, but for some reason, at the moment I just felt like it was best to lie.

He rolled the tablets between his gloved fingers, crushing them to powder while he stared at me from behind his mask, "I have pills for my pills babe, and these aren't painkillers."

He opened his palm and I watched the pink powder blow away.

"Why would you do that?" I got to my feet, looking up at him with a frown.

"What, you don't want to have a baby with me?" his tone was smug and my eyes widened at the question. His hands then grabbed my waist, pushing me onto the bed. I backed up a bit, using both hands to put some distance between us.

"Um, actually no- I don't. I'm barely out of high school."

He pinned my wrists to my stomach, making me let out a gasp of pain, and at the same time his other hand was under my chin, lifting my face so I would look at him, "pray your pills are effective then."

With that he let me go and I scowled, rubbing my wrists, "what are you doing here anyway?"

He leaned against the wall opposite my bed, arms crossed, "now you don't want to spend time together?"

He wasn't just here to-?

An instant smile came over my face, "you mean now? What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, you had all the ideas."

I hadn't planned on doing anything today and now this. It was a somewhat pleasant surprise that he wanted to spend time together.

"Uh well, I don't know maybe we could just take a walk?"

"A walk?" he asked.

"Yeah, like a stroll..." I trailed off feeling like an idiot. Did he even go out in the daytime? He was pretty infamous around these parts, especially with that mask.

"Fine," he spoke, "I'll humor you."

Was this the same Masky from last night? It had to be, the soreness in my core was too real for it to be anyone but him.

"Um, can you take your mask off?" I asked, voice low.

"Why?"

I got to my feet and walked over to him, "because I want to see your face."

When he didn't respond I reached my hands up to touch his mask, pushing it up onto the top of his head slowly. My heart was gradually thumping faster in my chest as his eyes met mine, unobscured.

His eyes were cold enough to chill me to the bone and my hands came to rest at my sides as we maintained eye contact for a few long seconds.

"If you keep looking at me like that I can promise you I won't hold back for much longer."

I tried to drag my eyes away from him but I was arrested by his own steel gaze.

He grabbed my waist, pulling my body against his and planting a hard kiss on my lips.

I opened my mouth to him, kissing back with an urgency that had my skin sizzling wherever he touched. I felt him unzip my hoodie roughly and I tried breaking the kiss but he captured my tongue, sucking harshly as he pushed the rest of my hoodie off my shoulders.

His fingers danced over my skin, and the marks he left there before he was wrapping a large hand around my neck, eyes boring into mine, "everyone should see you like this."

In a drunken haze, I blinked up at him, "you know I can't."

"You will," he let me go and I watched him make his way back over to the window, pulling his mask back down over his face, "I'll meet you downstairs for that walk."

He was gone.

I sighed deeply, pressing the pads of my fingers against my lips at the memory of his kiss. My heart was still thudding in my chest and I wondered if I should change out of my panties that were probably ruined at this point. In the end, I changed my entire outfit, putting on a generic pair of shorts and a tank top and then throwing on an oversized black hoodie over it all to complete the look.

I tried to sneak back down the stairs but met Sara crossing the living room and I paused in my tracks. She caught sight of me and a smile came over her face, "are you going out?"

"Yeah I just thought I would take a walk in the park, you know?" I shrugged, coming to meet her at the bottom of the steps.

"Oh. that's great! I wanted to run out and get some things from the store so that's perfect."

I watched her cross the room, grabbing the twin stroller, "you can take the girls with you, they need some vitamin D."

So do I. Also NO-

I tried to object but she was already putting their bag of necessities into the stroller and went into their room, coming back with the two chubby angels on either hip. Sighing deeply I helped her strap them in and she wheeled them to the door, chatting all the while about what I should do in case of any emergencies. All the while I was wondering what Masky would think of me randomly bringing my baby sisters on our sorta first date.

"Call me if anything," Sara urged, waving me off.

I sighed again and headed down the driveway.

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