Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 26 - Lifetime of regret.

I rushed home from work the next day, eager to find out what this package was Finn had been talking about the night before. The anticipation was literally killing me. I had no idea what would be inside the mysterious parcel, but I was still excited.

Work had been the same as the day before. Long hours, where a minute seems like years, in the hot and sticky humind climate that is where I work. I hoped that the weather would tone down a notch, finding it quite hypocritical, as in Winter I'm begging for Sun.

I walked in the block of flats and headed straight for my mailbox, unlocking it and pulling it open. Sure enoguh, there lay a box. A brown cardboard box, with various labels and intrusctions stuck onto it. I ignored them, taking the box and slipping it underneath my arm, before reaching my hand inside and searching for any other letters. I grasped a couple more envelopes and I stuffed them into my bag, banged the metal box shut and walked to the lift.

I inspected the box as I waited to get to my floor. It was about as big as a shoebox for sandals, covered with shipping and home delivery stickers. The doors opened and I shuffled forward, fiddling with my keys. I pushed the right one into the lock and swiftly turned it, throwing the door open and kicking it back after I entered my flat. I let my bag fall to the floor, and chucked the letters onto the counter.

I stared at it for a few seconds. This carboard box. It was all I had been thinking about throughout the day, and yet, I could probably crush it in my fingers. The corragated material wasn't sturdy, nor strong. It wasn't something to be spectacled by. But even so, a friend who is a man, had sent me a package. (Daren't I say boyfriend).

On second thought, it would be a complete understatement to say I was excited.

I carefully pull off the tape on the edge, tearing the labels in the process, but then I gave up on my patience and decided I'd waited enough. I tore the cardboard off, revealing another slightly less thick box. It was made of simple black card, with a logo I couldn't recognise embedded in silver on the front.

I carefully slid one of the sides open, and pulled out a velvet covered holder on which lay the most beautiful mask I'd ever layed my eyes on.

I'd never been a fan of fancy get togethers. My parents rarely took me to events like such, and so I guess I don't really have a big knowledge. But I do remember when I went to a wedding once, when I was around seven or eight. Everywhere I looked all I saw were extravagant bizarre masks, ranging from long tassles or ludicrous acessories. I never realy saw the point of the enourmity of them, not to mention the price.

But this mask, this was different. The simplicity of it made it's class stand out, not like the other tacky masks you see. The frame was the size of the original mask, and stopped just above the eyebrows and below the eyes, covering a small section at the top of the nose. It's nude base was brought to life by a black lace which was layered onto it, and a crisp ribbon, in similar colours, was attached to the sides, finishing after about 1/2 metre.

I sighed, placing the mask down into its holder. It looked like it costed alot. Alot alot.

I rummaged through my other letters, pushing bills and the usual aside. It left me with two white envelopes, different from the rest.

I ripped open the one just addressed 'Fray'. And let it's contents fall on the counter. A few £50 notes and a letter. It read:

I hope you like your package, buy something nice to go with it.

- F.

His writing was nothing special. The same scrawly writing as my brother's, but still, it had some sort of uniqueness to it.