When The Good Boy Meets The Whore...

Chapter 33- Mask Man

◇ In a world full of deceitful people, all we need is someone to comfort us.🥀

{A/N: I hope this chapter doesn't trigger anyone but it is painful}

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The last day of summer was something I never anticipated. Even the devil had more mercy in him but he didn't. What happened that day changed everything in my life...

Next day at school..

I enter the premises feeling self-conscious for some reason. My anxiety was at its peak as I tried hard not to squirm or sweat. I felt dirty and even though I had scrubbed my body a hundred times, I still felt unclean.

Do you ever get a stain on your favourite dress that is unwashable? No matter how many techniques you have tried?

And at the end of it, the dress is nothing but trash?

That's exactly how I felt. Unclean trash. I tried to shake the feeling but no matter how many times I tried, the night kept playing.

I gripped my bag as I walked down the corridors, feeling every set of eyes on me. There were hushed whispers, snickers and murmurs resonating around me. I felt suffocated and judged by every step until I finally saw him.

A sense of relief wash over me once I catch him standing against my locker. I felt calm despite suffocation closing onto me.

"Hey." I chirped, trying to sound collected. But he wasn't alone.

Barely sparing me a glance, he moved on with his conversation. I look down at the girl who was twirling her hair, occasionally brushing her fingers up and down his arm. She didn't look familiar but that's not what mattered.

What mattered was the look and smile he held on his face for her. My heart clenched in pain, a sob almost breaking through.

"Hello, Dan?" I chimed in once again. No response.

I wanted to beg at this point as I felt weak and vulnerable. My heart was being stabbed repeatedly by the only person who wasn't supposed to.

At least not intentionally.

My eyes fell on the short blonde girl who looked beyond irritated at this point.

"What the fuck is your problem, girl? When you can see the fact I am chatting with him and he is ignoring you, that means buzz off not throw yourself on him like a desperate slut." Her words caught me off guard, making my anger rise.

I scowled at her. "Listen, you slut face, the guy you are oh so joyously chatting with is my boyfriend. So before I disfigure that fucked up face of yours, either you buzz off or I throw you myself like the desperate whore you are."

She opened her mouth to speak, only to be stopped by a smirking Daniel. For a second I found hope until I stared into his eyes, my heart dropped right there; knowing this wasn't about to end well.

Something shifted in his eyes, gone was the love and care that brewed every morning. Gone was the familiar feeling of warmth in his posture. Gone was the smile that made me feel alive at one point.

This ain't going to end well, is it? My subconscious chimed in.

"Oh look, it's you. I thought it's one of those wannabe whores dying for the second round in bed." Daniel spoke, leaving me stunned. "Oh wait, you are one of those. You are the please don't leave me alone slut." He chuckled.