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You slowly made your way through the aisles of the store, looking for butter. You had been using shopping as a way to stay out of your own apartment. You no longer felt safe anywhere.
Glancing back, you swore you saw familiar eyes scanning you up and down, but no one was there. You shivered.
Ever since that fight you had with Luis, the one where you finally fought back, he had been so much worse yet so much sweeter. Whenever you accidently hurt yourself, he'd comfort you, hug you, make sure you felt better. But whenever he'd be the one to hurt you, it was terrifying and traumatizing, blaming it all on you.
You shook away your worries, trying not to think of Luis was hard when it felt like your whole life was his. He could do anything. You felt so trapped. Again, you tried to shake away the thoughts, and now your growing tears. You've thought about running away, you even had everything planned out already. You had a four page apology written for your boss that you'd give him if you put in your two weeks notice, you kept it in your nightstand drawer.
Turning the corner, you bumped into someone's back. "Sorry," You muttered, keeping your eyes down. You saw the man was in the store uniform so you knew he worked there.
"Nothing to worry about, doll" He assured you. The nickname caught you off guard, you quickly lifted your head and he flinched back. "You don't like that nickname, got it" He joked, raising his hands up to his chest. Bicho Raro.
"Do you know where the butter is?" You tried to move past it, now wishing you were home with Luis than here with this stranger.
"Of course, of course-- I'll take you there" He nodded. "And hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" A smile appeared on his lips as he stared at your eyes, trying to get you to make eye contact with him.
"You were harassing my friend a few weeks ago-- yeah" You scoffed. "Just tell me where the fucking butter is"
El Bicho Raro playfully rolled his eyes. "Mm.. look, it wasn't harassment! He was just being a bitch, he just doesn't like to break the rules, y'know?" He shrugged. You grew more annoyed by the second. "Bet you're the reason for that, right? He's being a little rule follower like you told him to?"
