Chapter two:mystery man

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"Hey"
you said carefree not really knowing or understanding who he is
" is it your thing to walk into a ladies bathroom and watch her wash blood off her-" before you could finished you found yourself pinned to a wall with a knife to you throat.
"DONT YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU DISRESPECTFUL BITCH."
You felt you heart start thumping and your legs felt weak.
"I-I'm sorry sir" you muttered
He stepped away putting his knife in his hoodie pocket.
"Good"
He grumbled grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the toilets. You noticed a few girls look and smirking. You look at the mysterious person wondering what the hell he was doing, You pulled your arm away. And cursed at him to stop. He turned around to look at you.
"What?!"  He said.
You grunted.
"Where are we going?" You mumbled
"My house you owe me." He yelled

'I owe him how the fuck do I owe him. Waitttttttt... he killed.... fuck.'

Whilst you were lost in though just spaced out stumbling over things he was pulling you along and before you knew it You had  arrived. It was a small little cabin in the woods. Old and outdated the wood work look as if it was about to collapse. And the glass was old and misted up. He throws you inside and you fall to the ground

"OW YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE HELL-"
You couldn't finish your sentence as you were cut off by him straddling over you twirling his knife round his hand.
You look into his eyes. You see his wide burnt off eye lids and his slit mouth with his red thin lips curled into a smirk. You spat at him. He laughed psychotically before sitting on your hips. His hair was like coal. He looks down at you and raises an eye brow as if he was confused. You smirked which only made him more dazed.

"Why haven't you moved yet!"
He whispered in his shady deep voice.

"I'm comfy." You chuckled
He laughed and pulled you up off the floor and gestured for you to sit down on the pastel green old fabric sofa.

"We could get along."
He muttered before walking into the kitchen.

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