Masked Attraction ( eyeless jack x F!reader )

Nightmare

You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing. Fuck you must've fallen asleep. What time is it? You reach for your phone and see the time on the top. 6:00 am. Damn you really passed out. You answer the phone quickly.

"Hello?" "Oh y/n!", it was your mom, she was crying. "Mom what's wrong? What happened?" "Y/n it's your father, he got into a really bad car accident last night with a drunk driver, he's in a coma." A coma? You started to cry. "Where is he mom? Will he live?" "He's in the hospital and yes he's alive, but doctors don't know when he'll wake up. Could take years." You couldn't believe this. What was going on? First you have a killer stalker now your dad is temporarily gone? You were living in a nightmare. You wanted to wake up. You got lost in thought until your mother spoke up again, she sounded more calm. "You can come live with me and your stepfather if you would like honey, we have plenty of space." God no. Even though you loved your mother, living with her was awful. You didn't want to put them in danger either. You had killers coming after you anyway so staying here was the best option. You would rather sacrifice yourself then get them involved. "No it's okay mom, I'll be fine here. I'm sure dad could wake up at any moment", you said with a fake "calm" voice. "Let me know if you need anything okay? I'm always here. You can come over if you feel unsafe or anything else." And with that the conversation was over.

   You flipped on your front but instantly regretted it. You screamed. Your wound. You forgot about the stab wound on your stomach. You flip back onto your back very carefully and pulled up your shirt. You hoped you didn't rip the stitches Jack did. Luckily you didn't. You sigh and lay down gently. What were you going to do? You were all alone in this house. Jack did say to get rest, which meant to barley move but how could you? You wanted to go see your dad. Stay with him in the hospital maybe. But it hurt to move so that plan was not ideal. You were lost in your thoughts, thinking about your dad and your near death experience..... and Jack.

   Jack. You didn't really like calling him by his name. Like he was a friend or something. It felt wrong. You didn't want nothing to do with that man... monster or whatever. Sure he might've saved you but that didn't mean you had to like the guy. You didn't know things like Jack existed in this world. It was terrifying. You needed to pee. You sat up very slowly from your bed and sat on the edge. You gave yourself a few seconds until you tried to stand up. It hurt like hell but you managed to go the the bathroom.

Your hair felt greasy so you decided to take a bath. You ran the warm water and waited for the tub to fill up. As you waited you went to the mirror and looked at yourself. Jesus Christ, you looked horrible. A hot ass mess is what you looked like. Messy hair, eye bags, and a bloody shirt with rips and shit. You made way of your clothes and tossed them aside. Your bath was done filling up so you stepped in. The warm water felt so good on your wound. You relaxed as you laid back in the tub. You were enjoying your bath until you heard footsteps in your room. You were in a VERY vulnerable position. Fuck.