monster | baekhyun

04

Previously:
Just like before, he curls his thumb to part my lips, only this time, it is bloody. His smirk grows as he brushes his finger against the inside of my bottom lip, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

Removing his hand from my mouth, he watches me with pure anticipation and excitement.

I feel the liquid mix with my saliva, tasting less bitter and more sweet by the second.

Why is it pleasant to my taste buds?

***

I snap out of my thoughts, my attention drawn back to the amused boy watching me with anticipation.

I find myself get lost in his sky blue eyes, my breathing heavier by the second. Something about his intense stare makes everything else invisible.

The boy must've noticed because he lefts out a dry chuckle, lifting his arm to caress my cheek.

I flinch once his warm fingers touch my face, my heart beating harshly out of my chest.

"Look at you"
He whispers, his voice laced with admiration and affection, which I find absolutely psychotic at this point.

"All helpless and scared"
He continues, a chuckle escaping from his lips.

I greet my teeth together, feeling rage spread through my trembling body.

I slap his hand away from my face, struggling to stand up because of my heels. I'm surprised to look down at his squatted figure, his eyes softened and his expression unexpectedly calm.

I dart towards the door, battling to get to the house telephone, since I don't have my phone anywhere near me.

With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I rush out of the family hall, away from my dead family and their murderer.

To my surprise, I hear no footsteps follow behind me.

More than ever, tears flood my eyes as I set my eyes on the phone positioned in the center of the table near the entrance.

I use all my strength to get myself to it, my arms extended out to get ahold of it as soon as possible. I need to call the police before I get killed myself.

I can still feel the taste of metal in my mouth, making me slightly nauseous and sick to my stomach.

Once I'm close enough, I let out a gasp and tightly hug the telephone, hurriedly lifting it up to my ear.

I basically stab the keypad, dialing in 911 while biting down on my lower lip from anxiety and fear.

Every beep seems like an entire hour, my trembling body stiffened as I impatiently wait, crying for help.

As soon as I hear a calm female voice fill my ears, everything goes completely mute. With a petrified look on my face, I rip the phone off my ear, observing it with confusion and fear.

A familiar chuckle draws my attention and I sharply turn my head, laying eyes on the boy once again.

He has a smirk playing across his lips as he lifts up his arm, holding the telephone wire between his slender fingers.

He cut off the telephone line.

His eyes are focused on me, impatiently waiting for a reaction.

I find myself walking backwards, my eyes glued to him incase he makes a move but no, he stays completely stationary, amused by my response.

"Aren't you getting bored of running away? I haven't even done anything to you"
He speaks loudly, the smirk on his lips only growing.

I swallow the lump in my dry throat, continuing to walk backwards to increase the distance between us.

I'm certain that he himself knows just how psychotic he is. A random murder? You'd have to be more than just crazy to walk into just anyone's house and proceed to kill them.

The thought of my lifeless family slumped over the dinner table sends shivers down my spine and I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces once I remember Nara. My poor little sister.

In one quick motion, I spin around and sprint towards the door, completely struggling because of my damn heels.

I hear rushing footsteps behind me, and I scream loudly as I reach out for the door.

Before my fingers even touch the door knob, I'm harshly pulled back, a tight grip around my wrist.

I let out yet another scream, stumbling backwards. I feel my back hit the boy's hard chest with impact, causing him to inhale sharply.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I try to yank his arm away, being extremely unsuccessful.

"Stop running away, Hura"
The boy greets his teeth together, his voice filled with a serious tone for the very first time.