Twisted (Lucius x Reader)

Chapter 7

Upon getting home, I calmly made my way up the stairs and to my bedroom, tossing my rucksack onto my bed, shaking off my jacket, and carefully sitting down. An immense sense of dread rushed through my body, filling my veins like poison and knocking me back slightly. It's as if all of my emotions had been delayed for the last few days, like what I'd experienced hadn't really happened at all. It's like I couldn't face up to the fact I was in so much shock.

With a couple of deep breaths and a thorough wipe of my face, I began to sob. Not because I was sad, sad about everything happening too fast, my childhood basically forcing me into adulthood straight from the start. And not because of anger, anger formed from my mistrust of almost everyone I met, and how I just couldn't wrap my mind around Lucius. I was scared. Terrified, even. My heart was palpitating beyond belief, like a time bomb was ticking away in my chest, beyond my control. It was only then that I realised I'd been feeling this way for a while, since I'd met Lucius. Who could blame me? That thing wasn't human, not in the slightest. His perfect appearance and manners were a decoy, there was nothing normal about that boy.

Upon remembering him, the very thought of him made me feel nauseas with fear, what had I done? He knows where I live, what my name is. Hell- he trusts me. What was I thinking? Believing I could befriend him? He probably wants to kill me in cold blood, too. Just like he killed those girls.

I sprinted to my window, shutting the curtains with haste. I switched my light off and scurried back to my bed. Did I lock the door behind me? Will he still be waiting outside, stood as still as a statue, that cold expression on his face? I could only hope that my sister was away for the night, that way she'd be safer. I continued to sob, swamped in my own thoughts.

One thing was clear, though - no more Lucius.