Silent Moments (Masky x Reader) Part 5

 It's hard to breathe in the morning, my lungs burn with a lack of air, which flows into my lungs when I manage to untangle myself from my sheets. Harlan lays next to me, one of his hands placed on the bed where I had been, probably on my waist before I had woken up. I sigh and rub my eyes, looking around at the room I was in. It was so bare compared to Harlan's room, which was covered in so many posters of bands that I had never even heard of. Music usually clogged my mind too much for me to think clearly. It was nice sometimes, but I didn't really bother with it anymore than I absolutely had to.

       Harlan shifts beside me and my heart beats hard in my chest, frightened for a moment that he would wake up, and not remember how he got there the night before. He doesn't wake up and I let out the air trapped in my lungs. I move off of the bed as quietly as I can manage and leave the room after grabbing clothing from my dresser. I plan to get dressed in the kitchen, grab a snack, and then leave. But as soon as I finish getting dressed, I hear Harlan's weight settle onto the ground. I know he's awake, and there's something inside of me that tells me to run, to get out of there, but I tell myself to stay put, don't move, and don't even breathe.

He doesn't show up downstairs for another ten minutes, and I am left standing their, paralyzed with fear, and regretting every moment I didn't move towards the door. I sigh in relief when he kisses the corner of my mouth, mumbling good morning to me, and embracing me. He let's me go a few seconds later, leaving behind the smell of his shampoo, which was actually my shampoo. I didn't comment on this, as I took the opportunity to give him a quick, wary kiss on the cheek and bolt for the door. He doesn't say a word as the front door slams behind me.

       I'm practically running to the store by the time I make it past that first block. I stop when I run out of breath, calmed a little when I realize I'm about half a mile away from home, and rest my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. The diner is only a couple blocks away now, and I can't believe it, but I'm almost eager to get into the protection of the other side of the counter. Shauna greets me at the door, hugging me tightly, her hand grips my hair slightly, tugging on it to tell me to spill my guts as soon as I could. It was just her way of telling me she was worried and she wanted to know what ended up happening to me. She was guilty for having forgotten about the killer the night before.

       By the time noon rolls around, the diner is mostly empty, so Shauna's dad decides that we can leave for a while. We decided to just stay in the diner, and grab a sandwich, and grab a seat in the back, where anyone who did show up wouldn't be able to see us unless we looked. Shauna was pissed when she saw my arm, and she grabbed the other just as hard out of anger, she let go when I flinched, but the damage was done.

        "Look, I didn't leave there early, just to be treated the same by you. You said so yourself. Don't. Get. Involved. If you can't even follow your own rules, how am I supposed to follow them?" she flinches but doesn't say anything. Someone clears their throat as I move to sit down, Shauna and I look up to see who it was. It was him. Tim. He stood in front of me, an unsure look on his face, before he smirks at me and I sit myself back into the booth.

       "Hey, sorry, but we're on break-" he snorts. "I noticed, I just wanted to know what she was yelling about." He lays his hands out flat towards the ceiling as he gestures to me, a smug look on his face. Shauna opens her mouth to respond. "Don't. Get. Involved." I ground my teeth together and glare at her, she snaps her mouth shut. "Well, it was nothing, you know how it is, just us girls being hormonal." she reaches for a chip from the half-empty bag next to my meal, all without removing her eyes from his. "I wasn't talking to you." Shauna drops her hand to the table, an annoyed look graces her face, and she slams her palms onto the table, lifting herself up and walking away, grumbling about something.

       Tim plops down where Shauna had been and pats my hand, leaving it there for a little longer than was comfortable. I yank my hand away and sneer at him. "Please don't touch me." he retracts his hand with a smirk and I mock growl at him. "You ruined my lunch you know." he nodded enthusiastically. "Look, Tim?" he smiles, "Yes?" I sigh and press my palm to my forehead. "I want you to get this through your thick skull."

        I watch as he taps his fingers onto the table, twitching them, before grabbing the wrapper to my straw and shredding it, much like he had the day I waited on him. I leaned onto the table to block the sound out from whatever was left of the lunch crowd, though it was small, and he leaned in a bit, bringing the space to a painful minimum. "If you heard any of our private conversation, and I know you did, so don't even try to pretend you didn't, you will have most likely gathered that my home life isn't the best right now." I smack my hands on the table and he flinches. "So, I would like to ask you to do something for me!" he grins, "Mmhmm, anything, sweetheart." I groan. "For one, don't ever call me that again." he grabs my hands inbetween his own and rubs circles into my palms, I ignore it, no matter how uncomfortable it may have been.

       "And second?" I raise my eyebrows and lean in even further, so that our foreheads are touching. His eyes widen and he smirks again. "Leave. Me. Alone. I don't want any trouble, I just want to live my life, and get it over with." he smiles and leans in further. Shauna distracts me, walking up with a snarky look on her face, "Are you sure you don't want anything, sir?" he nods and then kisses my lips. At first shock courses through my veins, and it's almost, pleasurable, but then discomfort settles in, and then absolute disgust. I push my hands into his shoulders and he gets up abruptly. I'm sure my face is red, more from embarrassment then anger, but eventually the shame fades and is replaced with hatred. When I finally look up to scream at him, all I see is the little bell swinging back and forth, signalling his departure.

       I sit in shock for a while after that, trying to calm myself down. Shauna grabs my arm and drags me to the bathroom, sitting me down on the ground against the wall, and pulling my head to rest into her shoulder. I push her away and she looks hurt, and she gets up off of her knees, turning around to press her hands into the edge of the sink and examine her eyes.

        "I'm fine, Shauna." she growls at me in anger. "No your not, and tonight? Tonight you aren't going home." I laugh nervously. "Shauna, I'm fine, I just need sleep." she shakes her head and presses her hand to my mouth. "You are not fine. You are far from fine. You are being harassed by people, (Name). First Harlan, and now, that douchebag. Who does he think he is? I should have stayed where I was. I should have-"

       I stand up and grab her arms, which were put up in front of her face as a barrier, and I bring her into a hug. "I know your just jealous." she laughs a little at that. "You're still coming home with me." I lean back and squint my eyes. "How do I know this isn't your way to secure yourself a girlfriend." she chuckles. "While that would be nice, you said it yourself, you're not gay." I punch her arm playfully. "With what's happened in the last month? I almost wish I was." she chuckles and kisses my cheeks, rubbing my arms. "Well, that makes two of us, then?" I nod and smile. "Yeah."