Broken(Masky x Reader x Hoodie)

Chapter seventeen. 👊

Y/N

My body was shaking uncontrollably. I shut my eyes, unable to watch.

I felt a splat of water hit the bridge of my nose.

The smell of rain was beginning to fill my nose.

Rain.

I could hear the sound of blood being spilled, bones being crack, but those sounds were slightly covered by the sounds of cars passing by the street.

Just on the other side of the neigh hood was a huge night market that was always lively.

Day and night.

There were markets, food, shops, restaurants, malls and much more.

At night was when the streets would get busy, everyone would rush to get into the night market.

I felt arms snake around my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace.

Hoodie.

I felt his hot breathing on my neck.

It causes shivers down my spine.

My body calmed down and I felt my shaking just disappear.

"It's okay" he cooed into my left ear.

"What the hell are you doing get her back to the mansion!" Masky demanded.

I slowly opened my eyes to see C/N wobbling side to side.

He had his hand on the side of his stomach.

Blood literally poured from his head.

He spat out some blood before limping towards Masky. C/N tried to land punch on Masky, but Masky easily dodged.

Hoodie let go of me and stood up.

He put out a hand, "Let's go" he said calmly. I raised up my hand hesitantly, reminding him that I was injured.

He looked up me with surprise and let out a quiet Oh.

Hoodie looked around. "Piggy back ride?.." He asked.

I couldn't help but smile slightly as I nodded.

He got down and I got on his back very carefully.

His hands grabbed onto my thighs.

I tried to wrap my arms around his neck but it didn't work that good.

He stood up.

"Masky..?" Hoodie asked.

Masky turned around and arch an eyebrow at us. "Hmm?"

C/N was leaning on a wall for support.

"Should we wait or...." Hoodie paused.

"Go." Masky said "Take care of her"

"You.. sure?"

"Yes go!" Masky gave us a smile.

I could see a bit of blood on the side of his head dripping out.

Hoodie nodded and started to run off.

I frowned. It was my fault... I got him hurt.