Unbearable [[ Neko X Reader]]

Chapter 3

I stood, frozen in fear at the stranger. Never had I thought there was a possibility that the stranger could be a bad guy.

But now that I thought about it, it made sense. I mean this guy was shoeless, on the street, and wearing some dark clothes.

I couldn't speak.

"I said." He growled getting to his feet.

He slowly walked over to me, though, it seemed like he was going at lightning speed.

He pushed me against the wall,
putting his too arms leaning over my head. His head looked down at me as my head was forced to look up at him. His knee against the wall and between my legs which were spread apart by the way.

  I was fucking scared. This guy could rape me in a mater of second. No one would ever hear my screams.

  "Who are you?" He hissed under his breath.

  I closed my eyes and tightened them. I didn't want to see what was going to happen next.

  "Y/n, L/n" I whispered, my voice shaking in fear, I could only force out so little.

  I slightly opened my eyes to look up at him.

  He glared in curiosity. How was that even possible?

  "What do you want with me? Why did you fix me and bring me here?" He hissed again.

  I didn't know why he was mad about this. I mean this wasn't what I expected.

  Maybe I was expecting the words "Hero!" "Savior!" "Wonderful person." But I didn't expect this.

  But now I was mad. This guy should be grateful! This guy may look big, but I could definitely kick his butt!

  I knew I was lying to myself, no way I could take on this guy, but 50% of fighting is confidence.

  I opened my eyes fully to stare into his blue ones.

"Haven't you heard for generosity?" I asked, trying to stare deeper into this guys eyes.

I was trying to tear at him from the inside, hoping that was possible.

He looked a little shocked he leaned in close, our faces now only inches apart.

I gasped turning a little red. But his face still remained the same.

He scanned my face for anything suspicious, or at least, that what I think he was doing.

  I blinked a couple of times. He was really good looking.

  I wanted to smack myself.

  I bit my lip and he saw my uncomfortable state.

  Slowly he got off me and I was able to  stand up straight again. I prepared to run if anything happened. But I'm sure this guy have had enough.

  "Sorry." He said in a whisper.

  His words surprised me, I didn't know he would apologize. And by the look on his face, he didn't see it coming as well.

"Who are you?" I asked, growing impatient.

He paused for a second. Shocked. How could he not see this question coming? I waited, getting close to tapping my foot.

This guy clenched his teeth in thought. Did this guy have amnesia or something?

"Arron." He said after a while.

"Arron?" I asked looking at him suspiciously.

He nodded his head firmly and fast.

I don't know, what kind of guy sounds so unsure of his name? This guy gave me a bad feeling. I might as well get him home. I don't know if he lives with his parents or not. But if he does, they might be worried.