His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 25: Awful Aftermath✿

Hot...
You were so hot...

Flashes of panic surged through your brain, your paranoia growing with every passing moment whilst you tried to make sense of what was going on. You could still feel the hands of those boys feeling you all over, touching between your legs and groping you - in fact it made you feel hysterical. So much so that you started to sob, your still-unclear vision showing you your room at the cabin. That didn't give you comfort. Instead, you looked to the side of you and saw a slightly-blurred figure by your bed; making you even more panicked.

"NO! NO! GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" You screamed out wildly, crawling away and almost falling off the bed in your angst. "STOP TOUCHING ME!!" Your heart was pounding painfully, the burning sensation increasing and causing you to be incredibly dizzy. So hot...you were too hot... The figure moved closer, reaching out to take your hand. Perhaps it was meant to be a comforting gesture. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect.

You purposely knocked the bedside table vase over and snatched up a shard of the broken glass; fully intending to defending yourself. The person tilted their head, almost as if they didn't understand your dramatic actions. Suddenly, your eyes spotted a familiar head of red, forcing you to jump to conclusions. "I-I'm warning you, Axel! I'm not going to take your shit anymore!" You sobbed, waving the shard around dangerously. A faint sneer spread across their face, your fright increasing.

His hand gripped your wrist and attempted to wrestle the shard out of your hand, an uncontrollable shriek ripping through your lips whilst you wildly kicked at his chest. Then, when all else failed, you swung the shard into his arm - praying some damage would be done. "This never woulda happened if you hadn't been such a stiff, bitch. Remember that." Cold words hissed out from him, Axel's face looking infuriated by your attack.

"No! Stop it Axel, stop it!" You wept; afraid of the redhead and his ugly temper. "God, why can't you leave me alone?!" Your voice broke as you fell off the bed, stumbled to your feet and hugged the wall - the door being your main focus at the present time.

"You're such a pretty little thing, aren't you? A pretty little virgin." His words echoed around your drugged-up brain, causing you a terrible amount of alarm and anxiety.

"I'm not! I'm not! Leave me alone, leave me the FUCK alone!" You shrieked in fear, terrified by the Axel's re-advancements.

"Why don't you stop pestering us with your nonsense and go make up stories somewhere else, bitch?" Axel morphed into Luke, the angry switch messing with your head.

"I wasn't, I swear I wasn't!" You covered your face and continued to cry, although now it was slightly muffled.

"She's ruining everything!" Luke's cold snap pierced your heart like an icicle - the male slamming you against the wall and wrenching the shard out of your hand.

"NO—GET OFF—DON'T SAY THAT—!"

"You dirty little bitch."
"Loner."
"Psycho."
"Fucking freak!"
"Whore."

The blurred figure kept flickering between different people, your hysteria building and building until you couldn't take it anymore. The basic fight or flight mindset kicked in and so you kneed the person in the privates - trying desperately to escape through the door. Your temperature felt like it was continuously rising, but your body still shook; almost as if it were cold. An arm forced your body back by the waist and began dragging you towards the bed, your fever making it impossible to fight any longer. You just...couldn't carry on like this.