Among Us (boyxboy) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 16 - Enduring

A/N: Again, I'm not sure if this chapter requires a Trigger Warning but I'll give one anyway. Better safe than sorry.

TRIGGER WARNING for this chapter.

He came back the next day.

I had barely slept, instead resolved to have one sided conversations with the bat and watching the sun rise around its black body.

When he stepped in, he didn't sit on the far end of the room like he'd done yesterday. Instead, he pulled his chair towards me, the scraping noises making my heart beat pick up again. I had hoped that maybe I would be able to not react as strongly as I had yesterday. I guessed I had been wrong.

When he finally did sit down he was close enough for his knees to touch mine. I couldn't move them and he didn't seem to mind. The touch was making me feel insecure though. I felt it far too prominently in my mind.

His hands were on his thighs, far too close to the small area of fabric that touched between us.

He stared me in the eyes, the usual smile on his face and like always, not saying anything.

Then he started talking again and I tried to reign in my imagination. It was running wild, as it had since the second I had woken up, telling me all the things he could do to me.

"He is the only one that listens to me, you know. And he never had anyone work for him. I checked. And then you come along. You're there when he has clients. I see you. In the study, right? You go there and when they leave, you come out again. I see you when you drink coffee together every morning." It made me shiver when all of it sunk in. He had been stalking Matthew. Or at least all the times he'd been at the clinic. One thing though, he got wrong. We never drank coffee. It was always tea.

Thinking about that almost made me smile but I suppressed it. I was afraid to show any emotions at this point. It did distract me from his rambling though. I wasn't sure what his goal was in telling me all this but I just tuned it out as best as I could. Until something caught my ears that had me shivering in seconds.

"You're cute though." My eyes widened immediately and dropped to his hands that were now on my thighs, applying slight pressure to them. When I looked up again, he was still smiling at me, his head slightly tilted. His grey streaked hair that was usually so well styled backwards was a slight bit messy today, single strands hanging into his face. And still, he smiled.

I felt my blood go cold when he leaned closer to me. My body stiffened, feeling his hands simultaneously move upwards as well. My breath picked up as I could feel his breath on my face. It smelled mouthwash with a hint of smoke. I wanted to choke.

I leaned my head back as far as I could until it bumped into the back of the chair, painfully reminding me that I had nowhere to go. I gulped.

Keeping my eyes on him, I tried telling myself to calm down. This situation was inevitable, I could at least stop panicking. Only, my body wouldn't listen. My heart was still hammering against my rib cage. My breath was still coming through my nose in small, fast puffs. My wide eyes were still frantically going back and forth between his face and his hands.

And I still couldn't do anything about it.

To know I was powerless was the worst kind of torture.

When I felt his body heat on my face, I closed my eyes, again wishing it would take me away. Wishing it would distract me from him, let me think about good things.

Instead, I felt his lips on my closed ones all the clearer, chapped and unwelcome.

I snapped my eyes open, staring directly into his and I couldn't stop the noise protruding from the back of my throat. It was a strangled scream, I realized. One that would not have been of any use even if it had been let lose.