Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 15. I Didn't Mean It!

Masky stands in front of me and I can just feel his eyes on me. He's an idiot. I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate him! He's nothing but trouble!
"Hey (y/n). How come you aren't looking me in the eyes?" he asks. I feel the panic engulfing me. What do I do? I can't say I'm Blind. They'll see it as a weakness. "I hate you. Looking at you makes me sick." I snap. My voice was so cold and filled with nothingness, I almost didn't recognise it as me. His aura changed just then. It changed to a dark purple. Like how calm or sadness is a blue, and red is anger. For me, is the smoke is colored light blue, its happy or content. Dark blue means sad. Red is anger. Yellow rusty color is a lie. Purple can be mixed emotions. Dark purple... Would mean pain. Sadness and anger. Green is super happy. Dark green is ill. Don't know about pink. But wait, if he turned purple... What hurt him?
Masky had been resting his arm on my shoulder while holding my hood so he could see my face properly. His grip tightened a second before he let go and slowly backed away. I can't tell how he looked, but I wish I could. I want to see his face, to see him hurt. I want this. He deserves it. Right?
"Y-.... Yeah...well...I hate you too. That's why I brought you here. I just wanted to kill you. I was going to. If it were up to me you would be dead. There. Happy now? I said it. I hate you." masky snaps. His aura is flashing red, blue, purple. Its changing back and forth so much. With every word he says it turns darker. "Yeah? Well good luck! I'm stronger than you'll ever be!" I snap back. He tenses and balls his hands into fists. "Then where's mommy? Huh?" instantly his aura snaps. Its all over the place. I can see he regrets his choice of words, but that doesn't stop me from throwing a punch straight in is face. I hear a crack of wood and realize, he was wearing a mask too. That doesn't matter...
Masky lands on the ground and I feel something warm running down my cheeks. Tears. I haven't cried in forever... At least months. But, that hurt. That really fucking hurt. "You're an asshole..." I squeak out, my voice cracking as the words leave my lips. There's a line that you cross where there's no return, once you hurt someone to an extent, you can't be forgiven.
"Listen, TIMOTHY. I don't know how you know anything about me, but just know this. If you ever, EVER, say anything about my parents again, I'll kill you. My parents were good people. They didn't deserve to die." I say. The tears won't stop. I can't stop. I cry there in front of him bearing my teeth. I'm angry, too angry to think straight. I walk quickly away towards the mansion. Fuck the mask. I pull my hood up and walk to my room. Running away didn't work, I need something else. What else could I do? It doesn't matter. Nothing does anymore. All that matters is that I go to sleep, and prepare for the mission. It won't be long now.

"You have everything? Knife? You've eaten? You get enough rest?" Jeff bombards me with questions. I chuckle. "Yes. I do, check, I have, I slept well thank you." I answer back. He sighs a bit before hugging me, "he gave you the tough guy. Don't fucking die on me (y/n)." he says. I chuckle hugging him back, "I won't. Tell jackass I'll see him later." I grin pushing away from him a little. He nods.
If you're wondering why I'm comfortable like this, its because I made myself a new mask. It took a while, but its finished. Everyone looked at it earlier and gave their approval. Apparently its better than the last. That's good I guess.
I sigh and walk towards the door waving good-bye to everyone. Almost every person in the building was either nervous or panicking. I like it. I like to think they worry about me.
I turn my gaze to the person in front of me and instantly feel the urge to choke him. "Ready?" he asks. "Ready as I'll ever be. Oh and if you get your ass kicked, don't expect me to try and help." I snap. He doesn't say anything. He simply gives a slight nod and turns away. "Its a long distance to go today, we won't be walking..." he says. I tilt my head slightly and he points over to something I can't see. I guess its a car.
Masky walks around it and I hear the door open. He gets in and starts it and then I see the siluette. Finally. I walk to it and get it. I called shotgun. Like hell I'm driving.
The familiar vibration is soothing. It doesn't take long before we're moving.