I Think I Love You

Confrontation

TW/CW: Drug and alcohol mention. Cannibalism + suggestive themes. I'm not sure if I'm happy with this chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

Time has slowly slipped by me, I was never the best at keeping up on what day of the week it was. I easily lose track of time and how many days or weeks have passed. How many sunrises and sunsets have gone by.

Even though it only felt like days in reality it had been a week since I interacted with Jack. I had mainly been spending my time getting to know Liu and wasting hours playing video games with Ben.

I walked aimlessly through the woods, kicking rocks as I passed them, and taking notes of the flowers I had passed. Lost in my thoughts I hadn't noticed I was being tailed.

I suddenly felt the hair on my neck stand on end, a chill running down my spine. My wrist was seized, swiftly turning me around. Before I could even fight back or see who my attacker was I was slammed against a tree. My back screaming in protest from the sheer force, probably leaving a bruise. I looked up and saw Jack, my eyes meeting the black pits of his mask.

He was tightly pinning my right wrist to the tree while his other hand was caking me in, unable to escape. He leaned in so close, the distance shortening between us, I could imagine his heated breath tickling my skin. I was frozen, my mind going blank, unable to form a sentence or a coherent thought.

"Are you avoiding me?" The low rasp of his voice dragged me out of my thoughts. "It's getting on my nerves."

My mouth went dry realizing the position I was in. My body became rigid underneath his grip as he dragged out an expectant, "Well?"

I cleared my throat in an attempt to compose myself. "What makes you think that?" I fought to keep my expression neutral, to not betray the feeling of nervousness my body was filled with.

"You no longer look at me. You don't speak to me," Jack's accusation sliced through the silence around us, his tone low but calm.

Was he really bothered that I wasn't speaking to him? Or was it just one of things where people get annoyed that they're being ignored? I couldn't discern his true intentions behind this interaction. "I didn't realize." I replied weakly, beginning to struggle and pull against his grip on me.

His hold didn't falter as I struggled. "Didn't realize, or didn't care?" The accusation from those four words caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

"Could you let me go now?" I asked. Jack was broken from his thoughts from this.

After a few moments he hesitantly let go of my wrist. I looked down at it to see how red it was. He latched onto my wrist so tightly I wouldn't be surprised if it would be bruised later.

"Are you afraid of me Toby?" Jack said, looking down at me.

Was I afraid? I wasn't sure what I felt towards him, he made me more confused than anything. I had no ill will towards him. I know that for sure.

We both stood there in silence, unable to look at one another.

"No." I spoke quietly.

"Why not?" He looked up at me, sounding confused.

"You wouldn't harm me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"You haven't yet."

He stayed quiet for a moment before continuing, "Believing that would be a mistake. I've tasted your blood now, I said you tasted good. How can you be so sure I won't come back for more?"