Why are you so lovely?

My Treat

My back pack was gripped tightly on my shoulder as I quickly walked home. The abandoned street and oddly gray skies worried me. It was never this dark here, and I was terrified.

Your bandana jacket was snuggly on me as strands of  my hair covered my eyes, making sure nobody could get a full description of my face. My hands were in the pockets as they held onto my phone.

A white van drove by and the engine scared me, making me gasp and tighten up. Tilting my head to the road making sure nobody was there I loosened up with a relieving sigh.

Just as I was about take off my hood, someone grabbed me tightly by my waist, pulling me into the dark alley I stood in front of. I tried to scream, but they covered my mouth with their strong hand, pulling out a switchblade and pressing it against my neck. I panicked, my muffled screams screaming for you. I just wanted you. You would help me. Why weren't you there!

I shut my eyes, slowly stopping my flaring legs and calming down, accepting what would happen next. I was done with, completely wasted.

Once I gave out, they pushed me against the old gray alley wall, giving me a vision of their face. Tears viciously rolled down my face as my it flushed pale and my hair ruined. The black mask gave me no description as I just stared into there blue eyes unable to move as they held the blade to my stomach, pressing it slowly, yet cautious so I wouldn't bleed just yet.

One hand held the knife as the other held my wrist harshly, slowing forming a bruise. My salty tears gently touched the bottom of my lip as I tasted the hard flavor. He squeezed my wrist harder until I squealed in pain, cringing. "P-please, j-just--." I stopped.

In seconds worth the man let go of my wrist and started to laugh, dropping the knife. The sight was horrifying while I just stood there, exactly like a vegetable.

"This is too fucking great." He choked out, pulling off his mask, showing your face.

Once I saw it was you I turned red and started to sob, turning my head away from you. "I hate you! I hate you so much! God you fucking ignorant piece of shit!"

You chuckled and pulled me close, pushing me into your chest as I wrapped my arms around you, sniffling every few seconds. The scent of you slowly calmed me down as I moved my thumb up and down your back, assuring myself it was you and that I was okay.

"Cutie, it was just a joke." You said softly, stroking my hair. " I didn't know you would react like that."

I let go, glaring at you as I re-adjusted  my jacket. "How else would I respond, Connor! I thought I was going to get killed." I picked up my fallen back pack and walked away. "Fuck you, I'm going home."

"No wait!" You ran after me, placing a hand on my shoulder, making me stop and look at you. "Come home with me, I'll make you some waffles, my treat."

I wrote this at two in the morning so I'm sorry if it's shitty

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