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Written 
3-8-21
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" Sweet checks please let me in," tim said biting on the inside of my check my sweating palms held onto the doorknob taking in a shaky breath I opened the door then quickly stepping away going towards my bed looking through my purse "baby.."

" que...(what)"

"Talk to me please..." tim held back his tears as he closed the door behind him

" Estoy aquí hablando contigo, ¿verdad??? (I'm here talking to you right?) " I snapped back, through this is my five time checking my bag going through the list of my needed materials

" scylla please in english.." he said as he hesitated to lay his hand on my shoulder " i'm- we're worried about you..."

" tim i'm fine now okay" putting the purse over my shoulder i turned around to face him

" I just need this time to myself ... i need to take all that in "

" i get that but you haven't eaten much or left your room i'm scared what will happen if you go to that party "

" i ate more today so i won't pass out- " i was cut off by masky taking off his mask then hugged me tightly i left his hot tears drop on my shoulder

" you have no idea how much i wish that sick bastard was still alive so i can rip him apart for what he did" masky kept sobbing as he tightened his grip he had around my waste " i'm not sure what else was in the boxes... but please tell me about it..." i slowly pull away from his embrace as a small smile formed

" I will when I'm ready " cupping his face. I kissed him softly. " crying or not you're still so handsome~" i smothered him with kisses he chuckled softly

" the party will start soon so i'm going to wash my face" he sighed and rubbed his face " are you sure you don't want me to be there?"

" yes and no "

" why?"

" well if everybody and they mama is going to patrol anyways so i rather take that time to myself and party " i chuckled " so you all will be responsible for me when i get drunk"

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y/n p.o.v

I waited patiently for David to, I kept checking if my outfit and makeup looked okay. I'm not sure why I'm so worried about it. I don't need to impress anyone but myself...

But...

I wonder what david will think

God damnit

Noooo

The hell is wrong with me

" y/n david here!!" dad yelled from the living room. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before i grabbed phone and purse and walked towards the living room