You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 3

Weekend, finally. The two days I've been yearning for the entire week. It isn't exactly a peaceful weekend like I would usually have, mainly because I have a party to attend. I didn't want to go, obviously. I was still deathly afraid of Nathan. How did he find out I was even going to this party? I have been staying at Emma's place for the entire week now. I didn't feel too safe in my apartment. I was currently in front of the mirror as Emma did my hair into a gorgeous up-do. I wasn't big on having different hair styles on my hair, but Emma insisted to do something different. Mainly because she told me that I'd "find someone new" at the party. It hasn't even been a week since I left Nathan. What makes her think I'll move on so quickly? I still let her do her thing to me, though. As long as she stays happy. She lend me one of her fancy dresses, since I didn't exactly have any. I didn't go out so often, so why bother getting dresses? Emma smiled as she tucked a lone hair lock that hung in front of my face behind my ear. "There. Now let me zip that up for you," Emma hummed proudly as she pulled the zipper of the dress I had on up to my back. The dress is a bit too tight for me, but that's understandable, Emma is a lot smaller than I am. Emma patted me on the shoulder, as if telling me to stand up. I oblige, standing up from the chair I was sitting on and take a good look at myself in the mirror. In all honesty, I could barely recognize myself. My skin was clear like a porcelain doll because of all the make-up Emma had caked onto my face. My eyes looked much bigger than usual, giving me a more older look than I actually am. I didn't look half bad, if I do say so myself. From the mirror's reflection, I could see Emma smiling brightly, slightly rocking on her heels. She hadn't even gotten ready herself, since she was too busy fixing me up. We still have around two to three hours to spare, though, so she had enough time to doll herself up.

"Well?" Emma asks with a smile, placing both hands on my shoulder as she looks at my reflection. "What do you think?" She questions, eagerly awaiting for my answer. Of course, she was expecting a compliment on her good work. And she damn well deserved it. "Thanks, Em. For the first time, I don't feel like avoiding a mirror." I chuckled to myself as Emma snickered, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. "While you stay here checking yourself out, I'm gonna get ready. In case you don't want to eat anything at the party, I got a few snacks in the kitchen." Emma smiled, patting both of my shoulders once before leaving the room. I nod as a reply before returning my attention to my own reflection. Never have I looked this fancy. I'm not sure why Emma decided to dress me so elegant. It's a house party, not some fancy dinner party. I shrug my shoulders at the thought and walk out of the room, heading to the living room. I definitely want to eat something before going to the party. God knows whatever could be in their food. Especially with Logan nearby. He probably dosed his food with some kind of soft drugs. Walking my way into the kitchen, I open up Emma's snack cabinet, where she usually keeps all her sweets and treats. I scan all the various goodies in the cabinet before grabbing a pack of chocolate chip cookies. This would probably keep me full for a few hours. Enough to not eat anything at the party. Holding the pack of cookies in my hand, I walk back into her living room and sit on the couch before taking out one of the sweet treats and munching on it. Emma would be done soon, I assume, so I won't even bother to turn on her TV to entertain myself. As I gobble down my first cookie and grab the next one, I can't help but wonder...

Who was the unknown number? I suspected Logan at first, but there's no possible way he could have my number. It could be a wrong number. Then again, how could an unknown number text me about the party? Talking about the number, I should probably check my phone if I had gotten any new messages. I grab my small purse that I had left on the couch before, opening it up whilst placing the pack of cookies aside. I fish my phone out of my bag and turn it on. Surprisingly, I indeed got new messages. Except they weren't from an unknown number. They were from Nathan. I was almost scared to open them up. Biting the inside of my cheek, I quickly tap on the messages. Twenty of them. Twenty messages sent, one after another. I didn't even bother to read the first few texts and scrolled to the bottom.