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Chapter 7

💠 Too close for comfort

I was completely confused as I looked at Jack. He held this look on his face that I couldn't put my finger on, it was hard to describe what it was. Sadness? Emptiness? Loss? It was as though he lost hope in himself. Maybe Jack was more of the damsel in distress than I was. Even though I was terrible in hand to hand combat and only delt with guns.

"Who?" I said dumbly, knowing all too well he was referring to the boss but I couldn't find any words except those. I was trying to process what I just heard and those are the only words I could come up with.

"The man who is paying you." He was bitter I could tell. It seems he went from mourning the loss of his sanity to annoyance. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?" His voice seemed to have changed getting a tad bit creepy. "That man, can change your entire life if he wants to, you're lucky he is even paying you cause he owns me."

"Owns you?" My face paled as I stood up from the chair and Jack was now walking towards me. He took sloppy steps but he was still making his way to me and when I blinked again my back was against one of the white padded walls and Jack was in front of me, looking down at me. I couldn't help but look down as well. I felt awkward with him being so close to me. This was kind of scary with him being a serial killer and all. The close proximity, I couldn't tell if he was going to kill me or continue the conversation at this point.

I was startled and just when I was starting to have doubts about him and whether he'd take this opportunity to kill me, I felt his hand go under my chin. He had a gentle? grip (I questioned gentle cause this is a serial killer we are dealing with and I assumed he would be rough? but I guess not?) on it and made me look up at him.

"Look at me when I talk to you." His voice was as gentle as his touch. "I don't like it when you can't look me in the eyes, it makes me feel like I was always a monster." My eyes went wide. Why did he care about what I saw him as? Everyone already thought of him as a monster so if I saw him that way it wouldn't make a difference? Would it? Why did he care about what I thought?

I still couldn't bring myself to speak up and at this point he was doing all the dialog as I was at a loss for words. "I only met you today," he paused looking at me as if trying to read what my expressions were saying about what I thought, "and you are the only one who doesn't treat me any different."

"Huh?" I kind of huffed out as I couldn't really think with him still in front of me like this.

"I don't know what it is about you but I feel more in control of my actions than before I met you, you stop me from losing my sanity, if that makes any sense? Not that anything makes any sense." He murmured as he slowly moved away from me and turned to walk back. This made some distance between us and I could finally think clearly for once.

"Tell me about your past..." I mumbled slightly stumbling away from the white room's wall.

To be continued...

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Author's note

I'm sorry about this T-T, my brain went into default mode. When you can't think of anything just make your character push your other character into a wall. Definitely not sus at all. I don't really want to make this about romance I mean Jesus Christ it's only been a day since they met. Thus this shall be a caring relationship. They will grow to care for each other and maybe other stuff later but we got some obstacles to get through first. Also an undiscovered past to analyze cause yes the person writing this book overthinks. Anyway post when I'm not brain dead cause I gotta admit I was when I wrote this. @-@

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