The Walls Can Talk

Chapter 7

Tomura cleaned you up after. Cooing at you, telling you how good you did. Picking you up, he took you back upstairs. Laying you on your bed. You wanted to pretend this never happened. Just roll over and cry. Sleep it off. Shower and get him off of you. But he lingered after laying you down. Stroking your hair. You went to remove his hand, thinking he should be happy with what he got and just leave. No, he seemed annoyed that you would dare push away his affection. Grabbing your arm in a tight grip. Pulling you so you had no way to turn away from his gaze.

"You were being good. Don't ruin it now? Misbehave again and that stupid roommate of yours is dead."

He was right, if you denied him or if Becca became too much of a nuisance he would kill her without a second thought. Staring at him, you didn't want to back down, but there was no other choice. You apologized, showing him there would be no fight.

"Good. Looks like Becca lives another day." He released your wrist and pated your cheek. "That's what I thought"

Tomura turned and headed to the closet. Disappearing inside of it. You could hear movement for a while, but then there was silence. All you could do was lay there. Thinking everything over, his actions, his threats. Remembering what he said earlier, you got up. Heading to the kitchen for your phone. You think last had it while doing dishes. You were correct, grabbing your phone you checked the messages. Tomura was also correct, there was message after message from Becca. She was apologizing for how she left. That she must have heard you wrong because she knows you better. Even hinting that she thinks something odd is up. That she'll be back later tonight if you would forgive her. It was a bittersweet feeling to know she didn't believe you would say anything bad about her. Yet, perhaps it would be better if she thought you hated her. If she stayed away, that would solve some of your issues. It would keep Tomura away from her. Keep her safe, but that wasn't possible. She would have to come back eventually.

Trying to take your mind off of everything, you kept yourself busy. Ignoring the noises that came from around the apartment. From rooms, you weren't in, from the closet, and from inside the walls. It was best to ignore them, pretend the noises weren't there. Pretend he wasn't there. The rest of the day was spent cleaning and doing any school work you could. Surprisingly, the fear of hearing or noticing Tomura got you pretty far in your work. Managing to complete or close to many projects.

It was late when Becca came back. Hearing the front door open and close. Then Becca's footsteps heading further in. Sounding like she stopped at her room, probably dropping off her bag. She was shortly at your door. You could hear her waiting outside the door. An awkward nock soon followed. You called her in. You were too worried to look at her as if seeing her face would make you burst into tears. Make you tell her everything. Instead, you choose to avoid looking at her. Pretending to be caught up in course work, only making small talk with her.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know you would never say things like that for me. We're friends after all. I must have heard wrong, but it was so weird because it really did sound-"

"I know. I would never talk about you like that. It was probably someone outside, I did have the window open."

Becca was looking at you oddly, knowing your answer wasn't the right one. Yet, also knowing it wasn't you speaking. You could see her out of the corner of your eye. Looking like she wanted to say more, but she didn't. She apologized once again before walking out. Tomura was listening in, you were sure of it. He threatened you if she got too involved or if you disobeyed.

The days went on and you tried to ignore her. Focus on school and going to work when you were called in. Even begging for more shifts just to get away from him. It seemed like Becca was picking up more shifts and getting involved with group study sessions and clubs. She tended to be gone when you were as well. Becca claimed she didn't like being alone, that she always felt watched while alone. Only agreeing and saying it was the classic feeling of an old house.