You woke up on Anti's chest. You looked over to see your fingers interlaced with his. You smiled and gently raised your head. He was still asleep. You carefully got off of him and gently removed your hand from his, trying not to wake him. It was then that you realized all the dried blood on your skin, all of it from Anti's wound on his neck. You sighed and silently rummaged through dresser drawers until you found clothes to wear. You tip toed out of the room and slowly shut the door. You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in and headed to the bathroom.
After shutting and locking the door behind you, you set your clothes on the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked tired and weary, which you were. Your body was exhausted, making you look and feel the same way. You sighed and turned the water on in the shower.
The warm water pouring out of the showerhead warmed your body up and gave you goosebumps. You relished in its warmth, closing your eyes and letting the sensation take over. You then began to scrub away the blood caked on to your skin. It was a pain at first, but you eventually got it all off. You shampooed and conditioned your hair before reluctantly turning the water off. You stepped out and began to dry yourself off and get dressed.
After drying your hair to the best of your ability, you stepped out of the bathroom in your new clothes and clean skin. You walked back into the bedroom to see if Anti was awake. You saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, slipping his feet into his shoes before standing up and realizing you were standing there.
"You didn't tell me you were going to take a shower," he growled under his breath.
"I'm sorry? I felt dirty so I went to get clean."
"I know what people fucking do in a shower, (Y/N). I was worried something happened to you...or someone took you."
You crossed your arms. "I can take care of myself, Anti. I was doing just fine before you." You didn't understand what the big deal was.
"I know," he muttered, "but I care about you and like to know you're safe." He was now right in front of you, his dark blue eyes staring into yours.
"I know, but it was only a shower, okay? We can never have a relationship if you're watching my every move like a fucking stalker." You could tell your words were getting to him.
He gave you one last look and very lightly kissed your temple before pushing past you.
"Where the hell are you going?" You asked, following him out of the room.
"I have some business to take care of."
"Business? What kind of business?"
He turned to face you. "You said it yourself that if we're ever going to have a relationship, we can't be stalking each other."
"Anti, you know what I me-"
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're right, I'm wrong. I think the words you said were 'watching my every move like a fucking stalker'. My mistake." He opened the front door.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do until you get back?"
He seemed to glare at you now. "I don't know. You'll find something. Like you said, you were doing just fine before me." He slammed the door and took off.
"Anti!" You screamed, but to no use. You sat down on the couch, regretting your words.
I'm sorry, Anti. I didn't mean it and you know it.
There, maybe he'll listen to you if you speak to him that way. You waited a while, but received no response. You sighed and contemplated what to do with your time.
The past few days replayed in your mind. You were baffled at how your boyfriend, Jack, could turn into such a monster so quick. You remembered Anti hurting you and then you becoming sick. You thought about why you were sick. It wasn't the flu or food poisoning , so what was it? You pushed that thought aside as you remembered Anti caring for you. "So he does have a heart," you thought. You heard Anti's chuckle all around you, filling your thoughts. You shook your head, shaking away the laughter. Last night filled your mind and you smirked. You bit your lip, remembering Anti's touch on your bare skin. You closed your eyes, wishing he was here.
I'll be home soon.
You smiled at his words. Who were you really falling for? Sure, you originally only kissed him back hoping to get Jack back, but had you developed feelings for Anti? Although you thought you were in control of what last night was about, you were sadly mistaken. Anti has had control over you the entire time. Everything you and him have done has been a part of some master plan.
Your heart began to beat faster as rage filled your body. You scowled at the thought of Anti and cursed under your breath.
"I've played right into his hands every fucking time," you thought out loud. "I thought I was getting Jack back when Anti was actually just pulling me closer to him. Not anymore. I'm going to give him a nice surprise when he gets home from his 'business'. He'll regret the day he took Jack away from me. He'll regret everything." You were now standing up. Your knuckles were white from how tight your were clenching your fists together. Your finger nails dug into your skin and even broke the skin of your palm, but you didn't care. All you could think about was your sweet revenge awaiting you.
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