This Can't be Happening

Chapter 2

Nothing more then waking up to an intense banging sound. I groaned and sat up with my legs hanging over the side of my bed. I grab my phone and check the time '6:30am' I wasn't even aware that, that was an actual time.

Who the hell could it be? Maybe it's Brendon wanting to give me more records. I smiled at the thought and pulled some pants on. I yanked the door to my bedroom open and make my way through the apartment. The banging on my door got louder and louder as time passed.

"Hold on to your ass I'm coming!" I yelled and it seemed as the banging grew more intense as I spoke. I fumbled with the locks on the entrance door. I flung the door open and as soon as I did I felt a gripping feeling at my neck.

I was being shoved back into my apartment and I heard the door being slammed. I started flailing and hitting everything in my surroundings. Everything is happening in super fast forward. I looked around and saw someone in a white mask looking at me in the eyes, his held pure anger and fury and mine surely held fear and confusion.

I felt my back being slammed against the wall, hard enough that it made some of the ceiling crumble. Dust and debris fell in between both of us.

"You," he said in a deep rough voice "you did it." As he spoke his grip around my throat tightened, it was getting harder to breathe.

As best as I could, I shook my fiercely. I haven't even left the house since I got home yesterday, he has the wrong guy.

"Yes you did! Admit it!" He was so close to my face and screaming at the top of his lungs. " My fucking family is dead! And I know damn well you had something to do about it!" I widened my eyes as my vision started filling with black spots

"I p-promi-se, I-I didn't d-do anyt-thing." I could feel my body start to go numb from trying to speak. I connected our eyes once more, hopefully showing that I wasn't lying. His grip loosened as his eyes softened.

I inhaled deeply at a fast pace. He fully let go of my neck and I crumpled up on the floor and lightly touched my neck, it hurt, a lot, but probably not as much as he's hurting.

Then the realization hit me. the mask and the voice, he's the same person from yesterday. He slowly took his mask off and ran his hand through his hair and sighed in frustration.

He walked towards me and I slowly scooted away. Once he was standings next to me he turned and slid down the wall and hugged his knees. I studied his face and saw all of the pain, frustration and anger all at once.

He looked at me and held my chin. I stiffened at his actions and dared not to move. He tilted my head up and studied my now possibly bruising neck. He stood back up and walked towards the fridge he opened the freezer and took out an ice tray, I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion.

He continued his actions by getting a few paper towels and putting he ice on it. he put the tray back in the freezer and brought the balled up paper towel and ice combo over to where I was and handed it to me.

"It's for the bruse." Oh, it's a makeshift ice pack. I applied the cold towel on my neck and shivered from the instant coldness. He sat back down and hugged his knees again.

We sat in silence, waiting for one of us to break the awkwardness. I don't know how long we were sitting there but I know it was long enough for my hand to start being damp from the melting ice.

"Listen," I jumped, supposed by him talking "I'm sorry, it's just that, after I left here yesterday I went home and found my wife and mother on the floor, limp and lifeless." Tears started to show in his eyes, he was letting out what he meant to do to me.

"Okay, but what does that have to do with me?" I questioned truly and honestly confused

"I was getting to that." His anger started returning " Carved into the wall were 'you stole from me so I returned the favor'. The last place I stole from was you so I automatically assumed that it was you." His voice was cracking and tears started streaming down his face.