The Shape from past

Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

I wake up with a little stretch and try to get up but I was interrupted when an arm around me pulled me against something warm. I yelp and turn my head around, only to meet the mask from last night. My brother's murderer was still here and I was still alive. I only look at the masked man with wide eyes. I don't know what to do!

"M-morning..." I say quietly with a shaky voice. New tears make their way to my eyes as I wait for something to happen. The man tilts his masked face and lifts his other arm towards me. I close my eyes but he only pats my head gently. I wince at his touch and open my eyes to look at him again. The man lets go of me and gets up from the bed, leaving me just sit there. He walked over to the window and looked outside to my neighbor's yard.

I look at his back, wondering what he was thinking. I was confused about his weird behavior. He killed my brother but he hasn't done anything to physically hurt me. I still can't get my brother's dead eyes out of my mind. What was I going to tell our parents? I sniff quietly but the man turns around immediately to look at me. He walks over and sits on the bed again facing me.

I look at him, sadness filling my eyes and he lifts his hands to my cheeks. He wipes away my cheeks, with surprisingly gentle touch. I can't stop myself and I lean into him, putting my forehead against his chest. I start weeping harder but he gives me a tight hug, comforting me. "Why did you k-kill him?" I ask quietly. I'm sure he's not going to respond but at least I tried. The man rubs my back gently and I wrap my arms around him. I was just sad and ever since I was a child, I needed a hug to feel little better when I was sad.

The man holds me there what felt like hours. I cried my heart out while he holds me. I can't make new tears run down my face and I let go of him while I back away. He looks at me again, with his head tilt. He reminded me of someone from his movements. I look him over, taking a not that there were some scars on his skin on his arms. I shift my gaze to his chest and stomach, noticing that his wounds were completely healed. I turn my head to look at his masked face again, noticing his dark eyes looking at me like a hawk.

"S-so... Who a-are you?" I ask with shaky voice waiting for his answer. He tilts his head to the other side and making me giggle little. He was acting kind a cute even if he was a murderer. The man patted my head again, making me stop my giggles. What if he was angry? I see that Toby jumped on the bed behind him, making me start to panic. What if he was going to scratch or bite him? What would this man do to him if he did? Toby walked between us and stared at the strange man.

To my horror the man lifts his hand up and puts it on Toby's head. "No wait!" I try to stop him but I get surprised when Toby just lets him pet his head. The cat starts to purr happily, almost closing his eyes from the contact. I look at them dumbfounded. Toby doesn't like men and now he was letting this complete stranger pet his head like they had known each other for years. I look at the man again as his eyes were clued the cat. Maybe there was something good inside of him that Toby sensed?

"H-his name is Toby." I say, trying not to sound scared but failing at it. I should sound confident so this man wouldn't think that I was scared of him even when I was terrified. The man only nods and then he rubs Toby's belly. Toby only purrs even when usually he would try to tear stranger's hands apart when they dared to touch his stomach. I get up from the bed and the man's eyes shift to me immediately, waiting for my next move. I look at him awkwardly as I think over what I should say. "I umm... need to go to the bathroom." I say looking at the bedroom door.

The man gets up and walks next to me, waiting for me to go. "Are you coming too?" I nervously wait for his answer. He nods and opens the door, making his way out of the room. I follow him sheepishly while he walks down the steps. It's amazing how quietly he walks around. Toby runs past him and straight to the living room window. He meows and claws at the curtains, wanting to see outside. I run over to him to open the curtain but before I reach him, I got yanked back from my arm.