The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

Jake and I have been friends for a long, long time so him being here and the graveyard, I already know his not doing okay— old lady, Jenkins, is here and that woman is his grandmother, the only family he had known and cared.

Immediately I knew what I had to do to cheer him up and is, treat him to something sweet. It always works.

“You know, you're like a good witch.” Jake muses and I frown, scrunching up my nose in dislike. He shrugs, “True.”

I roll my eyes and continue to much on my cheesecake bites, silently thinking. “Why a witch though and are there even good witch's to start of?” I fire my questions.

He chuckles, nodding his head yes and it's so boyish.

“Of course there is! You are a good witch, that's what I said— you always have the knowing when something is wrong and helping others is naturally your forte. I swear on my life, you're our towns lucky charm.” He calmly states.

I laugh loudly at his words, shaking my head no. He always was and will forever be a silly joker, I swear it.

Jake and I talk for long hours, right up to two in the morning and thank god for my cafe having heated booths, my mother was a genius for doing that. It helps for the cold night, even though we don't feel it because it's warmer inside here which is actually quiet a good relief.

“I'll be off then.” He teases, fake tipping his nonexistent hat of his head and walking away into the dark early morning.

As I too start to walk home, I instantly start to feel bad for him. His lonely and misses Lily so much. I wouldn't tell him about her and her constant lies, it's not my place to but I just wish that she would come back to him soon.

It hasn't passed by eye that her brother is also missing so the itchy feeling of King having them doing something is really intense and I plan to ask Georgina about it.

My large apartment building comes into view, so much sooner than expected and the sleek looking car parked outside sets my nerves in and has dread feeling within me.

I move more slowly now that I know his probably already in my apartment. I should really remove that spare.

“Where the fuck have you been, Sophia?”

Those are the words are here as soon as I pass through my door and I shrug, ignoring him. His been ignoring me throughout this week, only demanding to pick and drop me off at campus. Otherwise, his said and done nothing.

I shut the door and start to remove my coat, ignoring the little goosebumps that settles on my skin afterwards.

I quickly hang the coat by the door and rush to pass his tall, dark figure in my hallway, ready to grab me as quickly as possible by the look on his face, he'll probably grab me either way— yet I still try to pass him and fail, miserably.

Warm hands grab onto my arms before I'm lift up and thrown over his shoulder, I can't see direction from this view but when we pass by a green sticker, I know.

“Put me down.” I command, almost screaming.

A hard smack to my ass and a, “Shut the fuck up.” makes me do exactly that, shut the fuck up but only for now.

He throws me against my bed and I bounce against it before scurrying up and running across the room, far away from his ragging beast but the action of mine only seems to anger him more when he turns to glare at me.

“Why are you here?” I hiss, folding my arms.

His eyebrow raises upwards. “Do you know what time it is, Sophia?” He questions instead, suddenly looking calm— too calm and it makes me uneasy, I know what it means.

When he suddenly switches from being ungodly angry to weirdly too calm to function, it's a definite bad scenario.

He has already scanned and assessed the scene before him, located and locked onto his target and now, now is when he is going to go in for the kill which frankly isn't good at all, especially now that I am his targeted one.

I quickly shake my head no, deciding its best to just go on with him rather than fight him before I figure him out.

King snickers and shakes his head before stepping towards me, it's slow and steady and so fucking calculated. “Of course you don't.” He mutters.

My back collides with the green colored walls and I curse, why do I always seem to get into this position with him?

I smell his mint, lemon and spice before I feel his body heat, slowly press into mine and his hands are quick to grab my ones, pinning them above my head and against the wall in a tight grip— this would have been so sexy if we were normal but now, it's frightening, still hot though.

His nose trails down my neck and he inhales, I almost release a goddamn moan at his weird actions.

“W— where's Charlie?” I stutter.

He pulls his head away from my neck, looking down at me with dark eyes. “Now you're worried about the kid?”

I frown, still, I nod my head.

Of course I'm worried.

I've been gone most, if not all day, and he hasn't seen me. I can only imagine how scared he must be right now.

He still isn't used to anyone that much which is quiet shocking but I don't mind at all. I actually enjoy his little hugs and cuddles and laughs— his much too cute for his own good and I absolutely adore it, without a doubt.

King and him are starting to see eye to eye a little since his almost always watching us like hawks every time.

“You smell like another fucking man.” Kings voice snaps and brings me out of my faraway daydreams.

I gasp, glaring at him. “So what if I do anyway, that is not any of your business! Who I mess with and who I fuck —” A hand wraps around my throat, a warning for me to stop talking. “It has nothing to do with you.” I finish.

He smirks and his eyes narrow.

“You're getting really fucking cheeky with me.”

I roll my eyes at his words, hating that I'm so defenseless and useless right now. I'm literally in submission now.

I'm shut my eyes and turn my head away from him, praying that I don't release a weak sob cry in front of him as images of him and that bitch start to cloud his mind.

“Where were you? And do not lie to me.” He questions again, this time his voice is softer. “Sophia?”

“Let me go.” I quietly mutter.

It takes him a long minute before I feel his hands release me. I push him away, placing space between us.

“And get out of my home.” I say, opening my eyes, I look at his shadow on the floor boards. “I— I'm going to go down to the police station in the morning if you don't leave.” I add when he doesn't move and it doesn't work.

My head hangs low to allow my hair as a shield between his eyes and mine because I don't want him to see my falling tears. I don't want him knowing he still affects me.

“Leave.”