BBSquad [One Shots]

Masked Safety {Jonathan}

Requested by @FangirlDreamerKC

He's following behind me. Every so often, I hear his shoe grind against the scattered gravel on the sidewalk. His pace is steady.

He knows I'm listening. A single step out of turn and I may be dead. He doesn't want conflict. If he had, he would have apprehended me as soon as I entered a side street.

Brock told me I was paranoid for thinking there was someone watching my apartment. I trusted him, knowing that he was always out on the balcony next to mine, rocking his child in his arms. He would have noticed if there had been someone.

This stalker, he knows where I live. I can tell by the time it takes for him to turn a corner and his distance from me. He knows this path. There is no hesitant scrape of his shoe against the sidewalk. There is only a steady, unrelenting, undoubted pace.

He'll stop me near my apartment. I only hope that Brock is on the balcony. If he isn't, I'll scream. Brock will hear. The whole apartment building will hear.

My heart drops at the sight of the empty balcony as I turn the corner to my street.

"Don't scream," a gloved hand covers my mouth and I'm too petrified to move, and to my given shock, it's a different man.

He's masked, a hockey mask. With one hand over my mouth, he uses the other to shoot my stalker at his crotch with a silenced pistol. The man groans in agonizing pain and the sound makes me wince.

The glove leaves my mouth and I run quickly into my apartment, seeing the masked man duct tape my stalker's mouth. His fingers go up to his ear and his lips move softly. A car drives up and he hoists the man into his arms and throws him into the trunk.

I'm inside the apartment building before I notice anything else.

I run straight to Brock's. The devastation finally falls on me as I reach his door, knocking uncontrollably. The heavy silence of the hallway is replaced by a child's cries.

The door opens and I'm met with Lauren's exhausted face.

"Sorry, the baby—," she begins to explain. Then she finally takes notice of me, as I do to myself. I see blood on the right side of my jeans. I'm shaking. "What happened?"

"Can you call the cops? There was a man. He followed me—"

Lauren rushed me inside, grabbing me by arm and pulling me in, before locking the door. The warmth of their apartment encompasses me, but the shaking doesn't subside.

"Where is he now?"

"He was shot. There was another man. It was right in front of this building. He covered my mouth and shot the guy following me. A car came up and they took him and I ran in before he could grab me too. Lauren, I'm so fucking scared."