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burninlovebutler · 2 years ago

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28 - Temporary Fix* // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc | word count: 4k-ish

warnings/notes: you’re going to be mad at me i’m sorry not sorry 😅, substance abuse (weed, pills), riding, p n v (protected), mentions of death/grieving & strip clubs/sex work, arguing, crying, lightly inspired by 'Novacane' by Frank Ocean lol, again… pls don’t hate me 🫣, 18+ ONLY, MDNI

summary: austin uses every distraction at his disposal in an attempt to shove elsie out of his mind. when caught off guard, he takes the opportunity and utilizes it in his favor - regardless of the fall out.

previous chapter -> 27 - The First Close Call

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I know I'm gonna die in this bed I made And I'm drowning in a dream that I can't escape If I could wake up, I'd hesitate

But it's too late to turn back now Oh God, I tried but I don't know how If I could escape it I'd trade in the blame, you can take it If I doesn't take me first

-AUSTIN-

That New Year’s night I slipped from Elsie’s bed and drunkenly walked home. Elsie’s words rang in my head like church bells,

‘friends don’t do the things we do Aus’

She was right, they don’t.

But we do.

We shouldn’t, but we do.

It had to stop, we had to stop.

I wanted more than I could handle.

We’re friends. We’ve only ever been friends. Through every close call, every almost kiss, almost fuck – friends. That never changed. It was only sex. It was only ever fueled by sex. Nothing more.

My head was too faded and foggy to decipher any philosophical questions about my friendship. It didn’t matter anyway, she had Nox and I had… my deal with Nox.

Fuck

I suppose jacking off above the girl you’re supposed be staying away from didn’t quite fit into that deal.

The reality was that I wasn’t sober yet and Elsie couldn’t find out. New Year’s had to be the last time I see her, at least for now. Until I can get my head on straight. I just needed to get it out of my system. I just needed out of my own brain – and that’s exactly what drugs helped me do. They gave me a temporary escape route. I just needed some time to breathe, and they could help me do that. She didn’t understand that. She didn’t understand that sometimes, they were my friends too.

When life didn’t feel so heavy, so complicated, so confusing, so fucked up, I’d be able to come off of them. I had it under control, this time was different. It was temporary. A temporary fix.

No matter how much my head was haunted with the remnants of Elsie, I needed to forget her, just for now. If New Year’s was going to be our last close call, I had to stay far away from her. I knew if I was around her, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself again. I wasn’t lying when I said it was all or nothing, I just slipped up and gave in. She made me weak.

And I’m sick of being fucking weak.

Weak with her, with my body, with my brain – I was so fucking sick of it.

All this time I was running from my scrambled brain with its funny little hallucinations, while trying to be a normal fucking functioning human being when all I want to do all day is lay in bed and wither away. And of course, running from the about 50 million different rules I broke with Elsie, my best friend, with a boyfriend that now had collateral over my head. I was trying to outrun exactly who I am.

And I’m so sick of running.

It shouldn’t take this much fucking work and energy just to be normal. If this is who I am, why not just let it take the wheel? The answer was right in front of me –

Stop running.

So, I did.

I stopped running.

The only way to get away from Elsie was to ignore her, which is exactly what I did. I hadn’t picked up a single call from her for the past week.

The moment I got home and sobered up from my New Years hangover, I had Aspen at my apartment. Never would I have thought I’d be grateful to Nox for anything, but I was for her.

She was the perfect distraction, pretty, fun, available, reliable, tangible. Easy – not easy in the stereotypical misogynistic sense of being easily accessible to sex, but in the sense of being able to breathe. Exactly what I was looking for.

A temporary distraction.

A temporary fix.

She slept over that day and pretty much every day since.

Now, she was in my lap, her hips rolling into me while she bounced on morning wood. My hands trailed up her bare boney hips and squeezing her waist letting out a groan. It felt so good to actually be able to touch her, fuck her, hold her. Everything I couldn’t do with Elsie.

Though my body didn’t scream for Aspen the way it did for Elsie, being with her was so stress-free that it almost made up for it.

She slid up and down on my throbbing cock, then firmly planted deep in her core when she began to carousel her hips. She had a quite successful technique – ride, swivel, ride, roll, ride. Keeping her circular motions with me rooted inside, she leaned down to meet my lips. Her cherry flavored gloss coated my lips and asked for entrance which I easily obliged. Our tongues danced with each other, the mutual taste of weed mingling while she kept a burning blunt plucked between two fingers. She finally pulled away and put the brown roll to my lips as she continued sheathing herself over my pulsing cock. “Suck.” She smiled and I obeyed, hallowing my cheeks to inhale a heavy hit, the end sizzling red as I did so, then blowing it out above us in a swirling cloud.

She stole the finished blunt back and snubbed it out into the ashtray on my bedside table then returned to interlock her lips with mine. My hands traced up her toned sides and finding her lace covered breasts, cupping them. I kneaded the masses that filled my palms completely and grazed my thumbs over her perked nipples, earning me a whimper into our interlocked lips. “Aus I’m close.” She whispered then rode me faster, frenzied like she’d hadn’t been touch starved for years – even though we had stayed up all night with my cock buried inside her.

I let out grumble being dangerously close to my own climax, “Me too, come for me, will you? I want you to fucking come on my cock.” I growled.

She gave an obedient nod and leaned backwards, arching her back away from me and propped herself up by an arm behind her. Her free hand found her clit and used her fingers to help her reach her finish line. As she ascended on my length, she tightened her walls around me helping me with my own demise. “Fuck Austin I’m-“ Suddenly she erupted in sobs, her movements on my length sloppy and quick.

The moment I felt her pulsing around me I was a goner, my cock twitched inside her and spilled what felt like every ounce of cum inside me into the condom. Her juices flowing down past my base and her continued clenching threw me into a blinding overstimulated buzz. “Fuck.” I squeezed her hips hard, she replied in a mischievous and victorious giggle knowing exactly what she was doing. Finally dismounting from me with a pop and fell next to me, our heavy breathing matching time.

I brought my arm to cover my eyes, “Fuck you’re good at that.”

She let out another proud giggle, “Thank you.”

I pulled the condom from my member, tying it into a knot and tossing it into the trash can then returned. Her arm curled into mine, causing me to go ridged from her touch.

Yet I gave in, even cuddling into her. Again, it was nice to actually be able to feel her.

“You’re pretty fun,” She smiled up at me from where she rested on my arm.

I chucked, “You too.”

“You wanna smoke?” She asked playfully, as if we hadn’t just finished a thick blunt.

“I thought you’d never ask.” My free arm went blindly through my bedside table knocking over some pill bottles in the process, to find another half smoked blunt from last night in the ashtray. With a swift flip of a lighter wheel, it ignited a flame that singed the end of the roll. A thick inhale filled my lungs with smoke then let it out in a curling cloud.

“You make smoking look so hot.” She teased before stealing the roll, mimicking my actions. I rolled my eyes and took the blunt back, inhaling another hit.

“Can I tell you somethin’?” Aspen looked up at me serious.

“Hm?”

“I’m not joking when I say,” She took an overly dramatic pause, “That I think you’re the best dick I’ve ever had.”

I erupted into laughter, the weed clearly kicking in already, “What an honor.”

She gave me a gentle elbow, “I’m serious! I think I’m dickmatized.”

“Dickmatized?” Prompting even more laughs, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“You know!” Smacking my arm playfully, “When dick is so good you’re like hypnotized.”

“That’s a thing?” Scrunching my brows down at her, it was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “Well, thank you? I’m glad you think I’m good enough to cause… that?”

“Yeah, it’s a thing! Why do you think so many girls stay with guys no matter how bad they treat them?”

No matter how they treat them – it made me question the pride I had with Elsie. Maybe she was hypnotized by Nox in that way too, maybe that’s why she stayed with him. Even though she’d expressed the opposite, it didn’t stop the insecurity I felt. It was the only explanation, right? Why else would she stay with him if there wasn’t some missing piece I wasn’t seeing.

“Oh, so you’re only in this for my dick huh? I suppose I am pretty shitty.” Then taking another deep inhale of green.

She gasped, “No! Of course not! I think you’re pretty cool – though I guess I am in it for the dick right now. I don’t really know you.” She didn’t sound sad or angry, simply stating it as a fact.

“I know I’m teasing.” Taking the brown wrapped roll to her swollen lips. She sucked in a hit, her hazelnut eyes stayed on mine as she did so.

I pulled it away bringing it and mimicking her actions. “You gotta stop lookin’ at me like that or you’ll start me up all over again.” Then letting the thick smoke cloud above us.

“And would that be so bad?” She teased with a curled smirk.

“Yes! We have to get out of bed sometime today.” Gesturing to the mess of the bed then the bright open window. “Plus, I don’t know if my dick can take anymore, I think you’d drained every drop of cum out of me.”

“I think you’re wrong, I don’t think we have to leave the bed.” Then giving me a matter of fact look.

“Oh no? And if we’re not fucking then what do you propose we do?”

“Well… Like I said I don’t know much about you? You could tell me stuff?” And curled around my arm more.

We had already talked about how neither of us are looking for anything serious, but her actions weren’t reflecting that right now. None the less, I was curious about her too. “Alright, shoot.”

The blunt held tight between her pointer and index, pondering with a tugged bottom lip, “Hmm…. Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, a sister.” She replied, her eyes dimming slightly. “Hm… okay. Did you go to school?” She asked.

“Yeah, I graduated two years ago. Business Law.” Answering visibly degusted by it, “You?”

“Well actually I’m still in school! I wanna be a dentist really bad.” Flashing a big smile obviously proud of it. I would’ve never expected that from her.

“Oh wow, a dentist? I would’ve never guessed that from you.”

“Why ‘cause I work at a club?” I was evidently not the first one to have that reaction.

“No… well,” The high making it even harder to lie, “Well yeah, I guess.”

She shrugged seemingly unaffected, “It’s okay, I get that a lot. I only work there to help pay for school.”

“Ah, makes sense. You’re certainly hot enough to make bank.” Taking back the brown roll, inhaling a hefty puff then coughing it out, “How did you get into that anyway?”

Her demeanor shifted slightly, eyes and shoulder dropping, “Well, my sister used to work there, so she helped me get a job there when I was 16.”

“Sixteen?” Jarred by the detail, disgusting me, “Jesus fucking Christ why would she do that?”

Her shoulders peaked into a shrug, “Money, I guess. She was never the smartest cookie in the jar.”

“Was?” I regretting the question immediately.

“Oh, yeah she passed away a couple years ago.” Voice noticeably faltered, masking her pain.

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry ‘Pen.” My hand dipped to meet hers between us, sliding between her fingers. I bit down on my lip contemplating whether I should open up or not. “I uh- Well my dad passed away a couple years ago. So, I get it. It’s hard.”

“I’m sorry Aus.” Her brown eyes glimmered up at me with a mutual sadness that only people who’ve grieved could share.

I nodded acknowledging her sympathy. A couple silent moments passed before I cleared my throat, “Well, I think it’s my turn?”

“Sure, shoot.” Straightening up her posture next to me.

I hummed around the question that I was genuinely curious about, “How do you know Nox?”

She chuckled a little, “At the club obviously, he’s there a lot.”

“At the strip club?” I clarified before reacting further.

“Yeah, truthfully, I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend. None the less one so pretty.” A sort of devious smile tugged at her lips, indicating that she might play for both teams. “He never really participates though, just flirts. So, I guess that makes sense.”

My brows scrunched at her, “So he just sits there?”

“Yeah kinda, I guess? He hangs out with the managers.”

“Managers?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe he’s a shareholder or something?”

“Interesting…” I pondered the answer, though the high was getting the best of my ability to fully comprehend. “And how did he convince you to go out with me?” Questioning with a sly smile taking a puff of the diminishing roll.

Her cheeks peaked with a light shade of pink, “Well, I don’t know, it just came up one day that I needed a fuck buddy that wasn’t an asshole and he said he knew an eligible bachelor.” Making her voice overly proper at the end.

“Hm,” I handed over the blunt that was tucked between my index and middle fingers, “Well I hope I was a good consolation prize.”

She laughed, “Yeah I’d say you’re a pretty good prize… How about you? How did he get you to go out with me?”

My eyes rounded at the question. I couldn’t tell her the truth – that she was just a byproduct of a scheme. That she was just my mule for my fixes and the sex was an added bonus – a much needed distraction. “Pretty much same.” I lied, a shrug pulling my shoulders up.

Suddenly there was an abrupt knock at the door.

“Oh shit, do you mind getting that for me? It’s probably just Amazon or something.” I asked since she was wearing more clothes, even if it was just underwear, it was more than my complete nudity.

“Sure.” She smiled and slipped on one of my long sleeve button downs over her arms, not bothering to close the front. The white shirt hung baggy off her shoulders, landing upper midthigh.

I began scrolling on my phone while she went to answer the door. Then I heard an exchange and Aspen beginning to talk to someone who seemed to push through when I heard her exclaim, “Hey!”. I sat up suddenly on alert thinking that someone was trying to break in.

“Austin?” Called a familiar but newly annoyed voice.

Elsie

Fuck

I scrambled to pull covers up to my neck in an attempt to hide any evidence. Aspen raced through the open room before Elsie with an apologetic expression that exuded ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her’. The brunette stomped in just behind her.

“Hey Els,” Bringing my hand to the back of my neck in a scratch.

“Austin.” She stated shortly then taking a small sniff of the air, “Were you smoking?”

I ignored the question, anyone with a nose could tell we’d been smoking. “You know it’s kinda rude to just stop by without notice.”

“Oh, that’s rich, from someone who showed up at my apartment in the middle of the night.” She retorted and crossed her arms over her chest.

Aspen just twirled her long hair shyly behind Elsie, her eyes down not looking at me. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking but I knew it wasn’t good. I knew I’d have to deal with it later but my concern right then was Elsie.

I let out a sigh, “What do you want Elsie? What are you doing here?”

She took in the room fully processing the situation. She lifted a bag stuffed with styrofoam containers, “I brought pancakes from Harry’s, thought we could talk.”

“Elsie.” I groaned slipping gym shorts back over my hips beneath the covers before pulling myself out completely and walking to her. “I appreciate the food, but I do have company over, and this is pretty rude of you.” I knew my words were harsh and that they would slice but that’s exactly what I needed to do. If she was going to just barge into my house unannounced, I needed a sure fire way to get her to leave me alone in the only way I knew how – anger.

Her brows lifted sharply with small tilt of her head. “Oh well I’m fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, whatever-“ Moving her hands in wide circles, “whatever this is.”

“Els-“

“Is this why you haven’t been returning my calls for the past week?” She snapped.

I understood her frustration, I really did. Perhaps on a level she didn’t even recognize since it’s exactly how I feel with Nox. But just as I had no right to be jealous over Nox, she had no right to be jealous over Aspen.

“Well, Elsie-“ I began but cut me off when her eyes drifted to the pile of bags on the ground. One was Aspen’s main overnight bag, and the others were filled with uniforms for her club shifts, including some rather tall platforms peeking out.

“How long has she been here Austin?” Her eyes meeting mine once more. The green eyes that normally reminded me of a serene lake now resembled a rampant sea serpent.

“I uh- Well I’m-“ I stuttered but Aspen answered for me.

“I’ve been here since New Year’s.” She spoke up, still in a rather shy quiet tone but a slight competitive edge laid beneath it. As soon as she said New Year’s there was an instinctual survival urge in my chest to run for cover.

Elsie’s face paled followed by ravenous anger, “Oh,” Letting out the most terrifying chuckle wrapped in pure vengeance. “Did he tell you what he did on New Year’s Eve?” She snapped her focus to Aspen, who continued to coil her hair around her finger anxiously.

“Elsie c’mon you know that’s not-” I tried to quickly interject in before she continued.

Her brows lowered and knitted at Aspen, “He didn’t tell you that he all but fucked me on New Year’s Eve?” She had an armed gun filled with bullets with Aspen’s name on them.

She blonde chewed on her bottom lip shyly and looked up her with wide eyes, “I don’t care.” And shrugged wrapping the baggy long-sleeved arms across her body.

Confusion swirled in Elsie’s face, her eyebrows curved in steaming anger, “You don’t care that your boyfriend left you at a party to see me? Or that he came all over me that night…? The night before you slept over?” I’d never heard her so angry before, so vicious.

Fuck

Aspen’s eyes fluttered to the ground for a second, Elsie’s words clearly bothering her. But then her brown eyes met Elsie’s again, “No, I don’t care. He’s not my boyfriend.” She unexpectedly stepped closer to the brunette with narrowed eyes and a pointed finger, “And I don’t think he’s yours either.”

This was definitely not how I thought this morning would go – my fuckbuddy and my cheating best friend throwing raw fuming estrogen at each other. Neither one in the right to really be angry at each other, or me.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” I stepped between them when Elsie advanced at Aspen, “Let’s all fucking calm down shall we?”

The two turned to me with crossed arms. I’d never had two girls fight over me before, but it wasn’t as sexy or glamorous as it seems in movies. Though, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t inflate my ego just a bit.

“Am I wrong Austin?” Aspen snapped at me, “We’re just fucking, and Elsie is your best friend – who already has a boyfriend.”

“Well no-“ I began was cut off by the blonde, bringing up something I’d said in a fuzzy strung out daze. “The best friend you told me just last night that she was nothing to worry about? That you said you’d never see as anything other than a best friend?”

Fucking hell

Elsie’s lips immediately down turned, and eyes softened, “Austin.”

“Well I- I mean-“

“Is that true?” Her voice quiet and timid.

This was so fucking confusing. What exactly was I supposed to say?

‘No, actually, I’m fucking confused because I want to fuck you and I want to hold you - not just when we’re drunk and for fucks sake, I don’t know why but I want to fucking kiss you’ ?

When she has a boyfriend?

And why would she even fucking care if I felt that way? She was still with Nox, if she even felt the same, she wouldn’t still be with him. Right?

And what? I was gonna ruin her relationship and our friendship for a maybe? For a fuck? For a kiss that could feel like nothing?

“Not to mention I know your boyfriend.” Aspen interrupted the brief silence, peaked her brows and popped a hip out.

Elsie’s sullen face struggled to unlock from mine and turned her attention to the blonde, her face filling with pink. She was embarrassed, nervous, scared. “What?” Her voice dripped in a shudder.

“I know Nox. He was the one that set us up.” She stated as if it was common knowledge.

“What?” She repeated, stumbling back a bit, then refocused back onto me, “Is that true Austin? He set you two up?”

I sighed “Yes.” Nervously scratched my arm, “Nox set us up.”

Elsie ran her tongue over her lips seemingly processing the word as if they were a foreign language. “I-I have to go.” Her eyes low and voice cracking towards the end. She didn’t even look at me before pivoting and b-lined to my front door.

I gave Aspen an annoyed look, dropping my hands at my sides and shook my head at her before chasing after Elsie. I reached the door before she did, pressing against it keeping her locked in.

“Elsie…” I said softly down to her. A sharp jab speared my stomach when I noticed her bottom lip quivering and light tears rolling down her cheeks. “Elsie I just-”

“Is it true.” She asked sternly, brows knitted together focusing on my chest while her fingers curled into the plastic bag she held. She was trying so hard to stay still, but the crinkling plastic gave away her trembling.

“Yes Nox set us up-“

“The other thing.” Her teary eyes squeezed shut as if she was preparing for impact.

The truth still stood, she was with Nox. She had a boyfriend. We’d already crossed some fucked up cheating line with what we did and there was no reason for me to confuse her further. Especially with the shit Nox had over me, it was too much of a risk.

This was it. This was the deal I agreed to.

I looked up at the ceiling taking a moment before I spoke. “Yes.” Letting out a breath before looking down at her.

The redness in her cheeks and the waterfall tears noticeably worsened. “Yes what Austin.” The attempt at harsh words cracking between each syllable.

“I-I, I don’t-”

I didn’t want to say it. The words burned like rancid bile in my mouth. I shut my eyes and tried to remember that this was what agreed to at Christmas, in her kitchen, with her boyfriend pinning me against a counter. I was in too deep to turn back now.

“You’re my best friend Elsie.” I exhaled a deep sigh, “Nothing more.”

There was a still moment, a pause. She didn’t respond or react to what I said. Guilt spread through my body like the plague, but I didn’t quite know why. It felt like apologizing for something I didn’t do. I knew it was the truth, she knew it was the truth. So, why did it feel like I just said the most horrendous shit to her?

Suddenly, the bag full of breakfast was shoved into my chest, crushing both the Styrofoam and the pancakes inside. “Els-” She threw the door open, using it to push me away propelling me into the dining table behind me. I struggled to steady myself before finally making it out the door, but it was too late. She was gone.

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yeahneh · 2 years ago

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People please read this it's so good. Like I'm hooked now.

From Where the Land Meets the Sea - Chapter 2

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[Warnings: Minor wounds described, nothing too bad.]

[AN: 4374 words! <3]

Prologue | Chapter 1

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Sluggishly, you woke to the sound of thick droplets of rain pattering against the window and roof of the cold place your body laid. You felt a deep pounding near the base of your skull and the back of it, something deep, sharp and unpleasant. Instinctively, you raised your hand to soothe the piercing arche but were halted by the thick cords wrapped around your wrists. You glanced downwards to see the thin white zip ties that accompanied them, and with a heavy sigh, you realized that your ankles were in the same shape.

The familiar texture of cotton coated your mouth and tongue. It was hell, the lack of moisture. You swallowed on instinct a few times and attempted to garner some spit to wet your mouth by pushing your tongue around your throat. It’s a useless effort though. You’re only met with more dryness. As you slowly came to, you finally took in the unpleasant scent of the room. Iron. Must. Mildew. All of those things at once. Your stomach turned at the recognition.

On the floor were marks. Not from claws or anything supernatural, but boots, maybe tools at one point. It had been a while since someone really took care of the place, that much you could tell. The scratch marks that you expected to see were adorned and splattered on the walls, most notably around the door and window. The window was clouded in thick condensation around its edges. You slowly sat up to the best of your abilities and peered out of it only to see the woods that peeked through the thick, blanketed fog. You wished you could run off into it, far from this place.

An eerie creak filled the air and sent your heart racing. Sweat beaded on your brow. There was no way you could fight in such a position as this. You scrambled atop the greasy, cold sheets that you laid on and backed against the wall. You looked like a wild, caged animal. Which really, that’s all you were to them. You huddled into yourself, fearful, but felt a deep sense of anger balled tightly in the back of your throat.

In front of you, the man who danced death with your mother stepped forward. At his hips hang hatchets, their blades sharp at the tip but dulled from hacking into muscle and bone near the centers. He cracked his neck loudly, inhaled, and moved to the side to give the person trailing just barely behind him some room. He looked exhausted, almost as if he wanted to be anywhere else than playing glorified babysitter to you. He cleared his throat and nudged the person beside him unceremoniously, harshly, with his elbow like they were trying his patience. He cleared his throat again.

Gingerly, you peeked your eyes upwards to see their face clear through the gnawing fear you felt. Your gaze then met theirs - hers. The woman’s eyes you looked into were so dark, you hardly believed they were real. Dark pools, black holes of the universe that sucked you in further with every lingering second, you couldn't pull away, not even when she moved her hand up to show you that she had brought you something. You pressed further against the wall and bared your teeth in a nasty snarl to scare them away from you.

The woman stepped forward. Her movements were deliberately slow to not spook you any further. It was like she was attempting to soothe a spooked horse, the way she spoke to you and carefully sat down on the bed. Her face cringed when she felt the seeping, not-quite-wet cold of the sheets before her expression was shifted back to that of neutrality and exhaustion rolled into one.

“Toby,” she breathed out as her slender, cut up fingers pulled at the tab on the top of the can. There was dirt under her nails, or maybe it was dried blood. Cracked into the crevices of her skin was more dirt. More filth. More evidence her work operated outside of the legal spectrum. Her hoodie was just as dirty. Was it ever that white to begin with? There wasn’t a centimeter of it not caked in the earth or stains of her time rolled around in it.

The man, now identified as Toby, reached into his back pocket. His brows furrowed for a moment as his fingers shifted around, almost frustrated with how long the simple request had been taking when he finally curled around his smooth prize. He clicked his tongue at the woman before tossing it her way.. A loud exhale sounded from his uncovered nose as she fumbled for a moment but caught it. He leaned back against the wall, popped the bones in his neck and then his wrists, and trained his steely gaze on you. He watched you like a zoo animal, wondering if you’d do any tricks if he poked you hard enough.

The woman sighed as she lowered her shoulders. She attempted to make her form smaller, less threatening, rounder and to give you a sense of ease. She sighed once more, “c’mere.” The tone matched exactly how she appeared to you. “You need to eat something. Please,” she said as she dipped the spoon into the food. The scent of watery strawberries just barely filled your nostrils.

You tilted your head, carefully staring down your nose to the contents of the can. Just barely, you caught Toby shaking his head at the woman as she turned her attention back to you. Cautiously, you moved atop the bed inch by inch to the woman. You sniffed a few times.

“Kate,” Toby warned in a low, taunting voice.

You watched as ‘Kate’ rolled her dark brown eyes with an amused glint hidden deep within them. You frowned when she pressed the spoon to your lips but opened your mouth slightly regardless, of course accompanied by your equally foul glare. You practically inhaled the food, not caring that the strawberries were waterlogged, not sweet at all and slimy beyond belief. If you were in a better state of mind and a higher position of power, you might have considered it a texture nightmare and outright refused the fruit all together.

At least your stomach was not rumbling anymore. The thick clouds in your brain were just barely starting to thin.

Kate stood up, placed the plastic spoon in the now empty can and made a move towards the door. She gave a passing glance towards Toby before the two of them froze. Her shoulders squared, as if she was fixing herself to be presentable and of power and respect. Her eyebrows raised, and her tired expression shifted to the vague notion of surprise. “You take it,” she muttered under her breath. Her calloused hands shoved Toby the can decorated with the plastic spoon before she stepped back.

Toby rolled his eyes to mock her and pushed off the wall. “I’ll be right back,” he said over his shoulder as he shoved the door open and slid out.

A pregnant beat of silence passed through the room as Kate settled in Toby’s place. You noticed that she had trained her gaze anywhere rather than looking directly at you and wondered if she was preoccupied. That or she just didn’t like you. You bit your lip and swallowed quietly, still tasting the remnants of watered down strawberries and must. You decided to take a gamble.

“What have you done with my family?”

Kate could sense the fear in your voice, how it wavered just shy of cracking into a million pieces from the hairline fracture embedded deep within it. She could practically feel your heart seize as if it were her own. Still, humoring you, she curled her brow up on her pale face and raised her left foot to prop against the wall. “What happened to a simple hello?” She started with a loose sigh. “I mean, I’m Kate but you already heard that.” Her eyes bored down on the floor as if it was leagues more interesting than you. Her form contorted slightly, unnatural, arms crossed over her chest and shoulders squared inwards. She was uncomfortable. Deeply so.

Damn her comfort, you were much more interested in learning all that you could about your situation. You took another gamble and changed your approach. “Please,” you pleaded softly as you raised your eyes upwards to finally align with hers, “just tell me something useful. It can be anything.” Your pleading almost fell on deaf ears given the way you looked at her. Uneasily, as she was your predator. Fear. Exhaustion. And just a hint of understanding that she must be just as tired as you but in a completely different way.

She sucked in the air around her sharply, practically whistling it when she caught your downtrodden expression and body language. You looked small, genuinely small. Tired and beaten, cold, and uncomfortable beyond belief. Some part of her felt bad for you, and another part of her whispered louder and louder still that you were nothing more than her ward, her victim. The more human part of her began to shout, and unfortunately, she listened. Kate checked the door and honed in on the sounds around her. She couldn’t hear her group members moving around. She felt safe enough to speak.

“Last night didn’t go as planned,” she whispered softly. Her tall form loomed closer to share the secret with you. “Your parents-”

The door swung open. Toby, accompanied by a man dusted in faded yellow that reminded you of the dust kicked up from the earth stood unimpressed in the doorway. His muscles were tensed underneath his hoodie followed by his equally tense energy. Though he was wearing a black ski mask painted with a comically large red frown, you could tell he was scowling. His hands were balled into fists, steeled to suppress his budding rage. He honed in on Kate, even more unimpressed at how caught-in-the-headlights you two looked before him.

“Get out,” he commanded plainly.

“Hoodie, I’m-.”

“Get out, Kate,” he repeated as he accented his words with sharp venom.

The woman shot him a look - one you couldn’t quite decipher - before she tucked her tail between her legs, head down and tried to scurry past him.

Hoodie’s gloved hand gripped tightly at her shoulder, enough to make her squeak, as he pulled her uncomfortably close. His teeth grit together under his mask as he whispered a warning before harshly shoving her out of the room. He then turned to you, squared his shoulders, and stalked up. He seemed to take mild joy in how you scrambled back on the bed and pressed pathetically against the wall in a vain attempt to bury inside of it and avoid his presence. If he came any closer, he’d burn you.

He reached his gloved hand out, the same one that had hurt Kate, and roughly grabbed your chin. He could feel your flesh under his covered nails. “Your parents? The ones that put up that pathetic fight last night?” He watched as fear welled in your eyes. His hand moved your face around so he could get a good look at you. Covered in filth from the woods. You’d seen better days and he knew it. This was not one of them. “They’re fucking dead.”

You didn’t want to cry or show weakness, but you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. More and more drops of water braided together into waterfalls that pooled at your chin. The tears that spilled from your eyes were almost enough to fill the seas. You gasped softly when Hoodie pressed you back, his hand letting you go as if you were a piece of trash he’d forgotten to discard before he rolled his eyes at you.

“Look at me,” he demanded. He crouched down slightly. “Look at me.” He didn’t want to repeat himself. When you finally did as told, he carried on. “I’m only saying this once, so listen up,” he continued, his facial expression largely neutral under the mask. He didn’t seem to want to be bothered with babysitting you, or even spending time in your presence. Though, you did manage to catch a glimpse of regret in his body language due to how harshly he’d handled you. The little nick on your chin caused from the rough seam in his glove… It almost made him pause. “You’ve got fifteen minutes for a shower. When you’re done, come right back to this room. Move it.”

Hoodie stood up, nodded to Toby, and then left as quickly as he entered. The air felt impossibly warmed from his anger, but uncomfortably cold that chilled your bones from the dreadful news he’d imparted on you.

You hardly managed to register the words through the pain you’d felt. How could you be told such life altering news and expect to go on? Your parents were your entire world. They supported and loved you through everything. They were all you’d ever had in the world, and now, they were gone. You tried to stifle your breathing to force it to something even paced but hitched on every breath. “Oh gods,” you whispered through your pain. Your body began to rock back and forth to soothe and let loose some of the energy bursting from within.

Toby crossed the distance to meet you at the bed. He crouched down, flicked his pocket knife out and snipped at the binds on your ankles. He then moved upwards to your wrists, not caring that the blade was cold against your skin. He shot a look at you: don’t try anything.

It’s not like you had that energy to begin with.

You felt your world had come crashing down around you. You were pieces, no longer whole. There was no other way of putting it.

Toby’s hand reached around to your bicep. Tired of your crying, he yanked you upwards and guided you out of the stale room.

You glumly looked around at your surroundings. The place you were in, it was dim. The clouds from the late summer, early autumn rainstorm were blocking the sun’s light. The floor was ill taken care of. When was the last time the wood had been polished? Certain floorboards were rotting away. Others had nails sticking out to show they’d been just barely ‘repaired’. Black mold decorated the corners. This was not a place anyone stayed in for too long, that much you could infer.

You watched as the dusty floors picked up in boot traffic, and tiredly, you looked up. The living room. You were in the living room. You could tell by how much ‘nicer’ the room appeared. A few mismatched lamps, an overhead light with a burnt out bulb on one side, the furniture didn’t match, again, you could tell this place was not anyone’s true home. It was a crossroads, somewhere for people like… you.

You could feel the presence of several other people but kept your eyes glued on the floor after sneaking a quick peak. What characters these people were. None of them felt real, or at least, they’d be gawked at in civilized society. Who cuts their face into a smile? Why are several of the people here wearing masks? The only reason you wanted to catalog their faces was not for feeding curiosity, but rather for alerting the authorities when you escaped.

“You’ve got more like, thirteen minutes,” Toby said as he opened the bathroom door. “Remember, quick. There’s clothes in the cabinet.” And with that, he shut the door.

From where you stood, confused, scared and alone, you could hear him slide against the wall and settle down. He whistled as he waited, and it brought you a sense of deep unease. It was stupid, but you didn’t want to waste an opportunity to feel just a bit better. You bit your lip, let your mind go blank, stripped and turned on the water. The ice ran circles up and down your back, making your body go numb. But it was a pleasant numb, one that allowed the heavy marks and agitated flesh on your wrists and ankles to soothe for a moment before it shifted to something a bit more lukewarm.

Your lips pulled downwards as you gingerly traced your fingertips over the marks. You’d have to get that situated. Not wanting to face the world or the situation you were in, you slowly turned off the water as Toby’s whistling began to slow. He was not whistling the jeopardy theme song. How quaint.

You stepped out into the cold air and rummaged around in the cabinet under the sink. Jeans, some socks, a few shirts… They had a few colors, but you weren’t picky and blindly chose, ending up with the dark grey one. You popped the shirt on and opened the door to the bathroom and readied yourself for whatever evils may come your way. Though, a shower and a fresh change of clothes, that didn’t feel like something a murder victim would be gifted. What on earth had you found yourself in? What did Kate mean by things not going according to plan?

You winced when Toby grabbed your wrist.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he moved his hand upwards to your forearm. It was almost human, the way he reacted to your display of discomfort and pain. “I’ll send EJ to look at that.”

Internally, you wondered which one of the monsters in the living room was ‘EJ’ before being shuffled along back through the living room and to the room you knew as your prison. Obediently, you sat back down and waited, absentmindedly nodding when he told you not to do anything stupid in the meantime. You pondered jumping out the window, though it was sealed shut and shattering the glass would make far, far too much noise. Maybe you could use a shard to stab a captor? No, mom and dad never taught you how to fight. Though, apparently they’d learned themselves.

You weren’t allowed to be consumed by your thoughts as a polite knock sounded on the door. It’s not like it was your place to answer, so you didn’t. You held your breath as you watched the next monster waltz into your prison.

He was tall, but not gangly. In fact, it looked like he was strong, much too strong. His true face was obscured by a mask, something deep blue like the pools of twilight decorated by an oil spill from a black hole. He smelled faintly of citrus and even more so of tar.

“Eyeless Jack. Just call me EJ,” he greeted - and you took note of his relatively thick Polish accent - as he softly closed the door. For such a large, imposing figure, he was so even mannered and gentle with precise movements. In his other hand was a first aid kit. It looked tattered in some places, falling apart at the hinges due to its heavy usage. Huh, even monsters need first aid from time to time, don’t they? Eyeless Jack drew closer to you before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He looked comically large atop it, but you dared not to laugh. He set the worn box down on the sheets and made a ‘give me’ motion with his gloved hand.

You studied him cautiously before deciding that he was ultimately there to help you. Hesitantly, you handed him your wrists which earned his hum of approval. You were surprised at how gentle he was in treating you. His grip was firm, but had a professional’s touch as he worked on disinfecting your battered skin.

“They really tied you up good,” he observed aloud to make light conversation.

You made a noise of disgust and rolled your eyes at him. The pain you felt physically was nothing compared to the weight on your heart. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

He brushed off your statement, choosing not to acknowledge your words at all, all the while not caring at how you sat on the bed in order to give him better access. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He pressed the cloth drenched in isopropyl alcohol on your wrists, gently dabbing and letting the strong smelling liquid fill your nostrils and drip along the curve of your wrists before he glanced down at your ankles. In his opinion, your ankles were in much worse shape than your wrists. “So,” he whistled, “how are you?”

What kind of question is that? Is he mocking you?

“What does it matter to you?” You spat.

He looked genuinely surprised that you answered him because his head snapped up momentarily from his work. His ears shot upwards, like he heard a sudden noise. You could imagine his eyes were just as wide before he moved his attention back down to his work.

You fought the urge to cock your head to the side. “What?” You asked curtly.

“Oh, I was just making small talk. Filling in the quiet spaces, I find it weird when patients are too quiet,” he explained as he banaged your wrists up before he patted the bed to nonverbally tell you to reposition yourself so he wouldn’t have to contort to fix you. “I don’t actually care.”

The pure nonchalance as if he were telling you the time almost made you gape like a fish plucked from the water.

You awkwardly put your attention on the window and cleared your throat to cover your shock. Quietly, you let him finish his work. You felt much too awkward to even try and open your mouth. So, you allowed your thoughts to remain on your parents, the people you loved most. The memories you had of the life before this, and the life you would have had provided masked maniacs didn’t siege your house. When Eyeless Jack finished on your ankles, he briefly checked over his work once more, asked a few follow up questions like any good doctor might and then left. Though, much like Toby, he told you not to do anything stupid in his absence.

The rest of the day was rather silent, especially from you. From what you could hear though, someone was stationed outside of your cell and they would shift out every hour or so. Some people were more precise than others. In your boredom, you tossed a pebble at the window and gained the attention of Hoodie, who must’ve spent an eternity in the doorway debating whether he should punish you or not before he closed the door and went back to waiting outside of it. It’s not like he wanted to spend any more time with you than he had to either.

Eventually, someone came back in to feed you. This time, it was Toby. He was satisfied with plopping the can and plastic spoon down in front of you and watching from a comfortable, yet close distance away. He eyed you like a hawk, refused to speak to you, but found amusement in you subconsciously thanking him. That happened often, often enough for him to add it to his mentally tally board. All the victims that thank him for something as vital as food. It’s human to be grateful even in shitty situations.

The night washed over your cell in the world far too slowly for your comfort and with it came the bane of being lost in your thoughts. You felt lonely, oh so lonely. You curled up on that crumpled, dirty bed and began to cry. It was soft, as you did not want to gain the attention of your captors but your body could not think of any other way to relieve the stress. You thought about your life, the things that mattered to you, and shuffled deep in your memories for anything that could bring you a spot of joy.

You were 15 years old and it was a stormy night. Your friends, they were busy with other things and flaked on you last minute. This wasn’t the first time they’d disregarded your feelings, and it certainly would not be the last time. Your parents, who had a rare night off together from work, wanted to cheer you up. Your mother sat with you on the couch and browsed the selection of movies while your father made popcorn that rivaled the stuff you got at the theatres and poured other fizzy drinks that would undoubtedly upset your stomach later. You chose the scariest movie possible and had the joy of hearing your father scream like a child. You and your mother pelted him with popcorn. A storm raged outside. The half-baked apologies from your ‘friends’ for flaking were left unread. When you were spooked, your parents cuddled around you and promised to always protect you. You had never felt safer than in their arms.

You stared at the ceiling, mentally counting the little rough popcorn-like bits when the moon finally cut through the clouds. How you wished you could go back to the days before this, when the nights were warm. When you were loved. You imagined the stars in the popcorn bits, and faintly listened to the waning voices outside your door. The whispers of what is yet to come have not yet reached your ears.

You closed your eyes. Though sleep is the only option, is it not a choice you would willingly make.

Still, a seed of resilience had been planted inside of you. None of them could deny that they saw it. You still had some bark despite your bite being stolen away from you. You would grow your teeth back astronomically fast, sharp, rough calcium deposits bursting through your gums that would explain the reason people would grant you space. But that was well known through trial and error with someone like you. Though you felt alone and scared, you couldn’t even begin to know the half of it. In your pathetic, heartbroken state, you were denying yourself your nature. But that was expected, and you were-

Familiar. You are too familiar.

It was only a matter of time until you learned why.

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