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😈ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 14😈

Hanging out at The Barrens after school became like a sort of habit, even if Angie would have never admit it, she pretended meeting Patrick there was just a coincidence, before running away from him, to come back home before curfew. 

"What did you do today?" Her mother asked her.

"The usual" She answered. "School, ballet, and I started to read that new book for Mrs Young"

"You're a good girl, Angie" Her mom told her, smiling, and Angie could not look at that smile, because, after all, she knew she did not deserve it, she felt so guilty because she could not tell her the truth about The Barrens, even if she was not technically lying, she was just hiding a part of her life that she wanted to be private, was that wrong?

It become a perverse game, unconsciously, she was developing a strong addiction to the boy. The girl did not feel totally attracted to him, although she could not deny his green eyes and his features were aesthetically pleasing, but she was, above all, intrigued. She didn't even remember the way that strange game of hide and seek had started, and she felt that the boy's disturbing presence was consuming all her energy, she had to cut that sort of bond, even if she didn't know how to define it either, because she already knew it would have irremediably effect her life forever, she was drawning, but she was too weak and infatuated to stop it.

And he knew it. 

Again, she didn't understand the reason why he hanged out with her, you could easily find many girls at school like her, yes, she liked studying, ballet, ("You're a good girl, Angie"), overall, she thought she had a nice personality, but she was just a normal teenage girl, and yes, maybe she was even cute, with her long hair, but what would have happened, if he had found Mary Sue, instead of her, at the Bowers? Would he had stalked her friend, instead of Angie?

Patrick is next to her, at the Barrens, he grabs an ant, and he presses it between his fingers, while he observes, mesmerised, that little smashed body, that lets out a small quanity of blood, he repeats the same thing with more ants.

"Could you stop it...please?" The girl whispers.

Patrick turns to look at her, as usual, Angie lowers her gaze.

"Does it bother you?" He aks. 

"Mmm...yes"

He stops killing the ants, as he looks at her for a long time, as usual, he has this uncomfortable habit of staring at people, without even feeling the need to blink, Angie can feel his gaze, even though her eyes are focused on his right hand, that she's healing. She had started to notice new details about Patrick's apparence, such as some grey shadows in his green eyes, and the cuts and bruises on his hands, some of them, did not look good. She had surprised herself several times looking at them with interest, perhaps, a little too much. She suggested the boy he needed to do something for them, trying to heal the cut, and Angie was taking care of it, the boy, after all, helped her to have her book back.
His eyes are staring at her, with his left hand, he holds her chin and lifts it, her heart stops beating, the sudden movement catches her off guard, she feels the coldness of his thin fingers.

"What?" she asks, uncomfortable.

"You have very long lashes" he says, taking his hands off her chin.

"Ehm... Thanks. How... How did it happen?" She asks, talking about his bruises. All of a sudden, she regrets her words, thinking that maybe her question was too personal and...

"Yes, theese" he raises his hand, "Fire.. You know..."

Mmm no, she thinks, she doesn't really understand, but, perhaps she doesn't even want to know better about it. He lowers his hand, and she keeps healing his cuts, she looks at the contrast between the violet bruises and his pale skin, while she observes the tiny green veins visible under his arm, he has never been so close, after the bonfire episode, his cold breath caresses her forehead, while she barely breaths, she already knows she won't rise her head, his eyes are too dangerously closer.