Faceless [H.S]

That Quiet Understanding. 26

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

VALERIE'S P.O.V

"Use your big girl words. Do I scare you my Vixen?"

His condescending, dominant voice cut through the silence and made me draw in a sharp breath. No, this couldn't be real. He wasn't in my room right now. This wasn't real. I'm hallucinating, that is the only plausible explanation. I closed my eyes as if this was some fucked up dream I just couldn't wake up from, my towel being clutched as tight as possible to my naked, wet frame. I was paralyzed. My eyes slowly drifted toward the metal mask on my bed, having not seen it up close like this. I found my feet moving further back into the bathroom, as if it was going to give me room to breathe but the truth was I felt like I was being suffocated. My eyes shot back up to the man in all black. 

"Why are you here?" I spoke, quietly.

Harry was standing in my room. 

A Faceless member is in my room.

Harry is part of Faceless.

Liam had problems with people from Faceless.

I had sex with a member of Faceless.

I didn't know whether to scream at him or have a panic attack, so I grabbed my sink to brace myself. I heaved, my hands shaking beyond my control. Get it together, Valerie.

"Do I scare you?" He rasped, repeating the question. 

Yes, you do fucking scare me. You terrify me. And you make me so fucking angry. I hate you and I want nothing more than you to be dead.

"Please just tell me why you're here," I pleaded. I didn't want to tell him there was anxiety coursing within me. He couldn't see me weak again. I just want him gone.

"I'm here for good reason, I swear," Harry began. He didn't move, he stayed still and didn't make any sudden movements. What could possibly be the justified reasoning that he would break into my apartment? And the fucked up thing was, I couldn't even go to the police. He knew that.

They wouldn't even care. They wouldn't believe me.

Harry probably fucking owns them, too.

He could kill me before I even got to the precinct.

"So, who was the lucky bastard?" He asked, cheeky grin on his mouth. It was the first time I'd seen any emotion besides anger and lust. The dimples pushed into his cheeks and he stared at me in a smug manner. I clenched my jaw. Was he serious?

"What?"  I shot back. "That's why you're here? Are you fucking--are you serious? You're stalking me?" My anxiety went to anger. "You're sick. Get the fuck out of my house."

Did he watch me with Garrett? What the fuck would have happened if Garrett had come in?

Harry pursed his lips and grabbed his hair in frustration. "Fuck..." He took in a deep breath and began to walk toward me.

"Don't get any fucking closer I swear," I put my hand up, weakly. "Just go."

"You think I'm just going to unmask myself for no reason before you? Sorry sweetheart, not that easy," he said, eyes narrowing. "I don't want to be here either, but I didn't have a choice."