" Bang." (Zack Foster x Reader)

Escaping

Now I can't leave the house until I clean this blood off or I'll look like a suspect for murder even more.

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I lock the door to the bathroom and hop into the shower. Hopefully Zack is too busy laughing to notice I'm gone.

This is going to have to be quick. I take out the shampoo and start washing my hair. The scent of lilac and rose spread throughout the bathroom. After a while I finish and turn off the water. That's when I realize the banging on the door.

"OPEN UP!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE WON'T YOU?"

"HAHAHAHA YOU'RE JUST MAKING ME WANT TO RIP YOUR BODY APART EVEN MORE!"

I get dressed and brush my hair. Zack is still struggling with opening the door. 

"Just admit it Zack."

"ADMIT WHAT DAMN-IT!"

"That you just want to come into the bathroom so you can see me naked.."

Zack stopped banging on the door for a split second before his rage exploded.

"YOU DAMN BITCH! I'LL CHOP YOUR BODY INTO TINY PIECES AND FEED THEM TO WILD DOGS!"

"Oooo, scary," I responded.

Just as Zack hit his scythe on the door I fling the door open and run out of the bathroom. 

"COME ON KITTY, ARE YOU SCARED?!"

I glance back over my shoulder and see Zack struggling to get his scythe off the door. Why is he always destroying my house!?

I practically fly down the stairs grabbing a jacket that was on the sofa and my wallet which was on the counter. Just as I hear Zack coming down the steps I dart out of my house through the front door and start running through the woods.

My feet are moving so quickly, it feels like I lost control of them.  I just need to pass through these woods to reach the more busier part of where I live. Leaves crunch under my feet, or maybe those are Zack's footsteps crushing the leaves. 

I want to take a quick peek behind me. However, if I look back I risk the chance of tripping. I don't want to be that white chick in horror movies who trips over air and the next second has their neck sliced off. Am I scared of Zack? I don't know. Sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not.

I finally see the dim light of a park and I reduce my speed to a steady jog. As I go through the park the rumble of car's and their engines grow louder. Voices speaking and laughing start to fade in. 

Finally, I make it at the park's entrance which leads towards the city. People are around me walking and talking to friends. Buildings cast their light from inside down into the busy streets with taxis and busses passing through. Who would have though that my house isolated in the woods is so close to a city?

Even as on a weekday as late as 11 pm, the streets are full of people. Some may even mistake this town for NYC. No body has any clue that I'm trying to escape from a psychopath killer. Everyone's too busy minding their business, I hope it stays that way. 

Where is Zack anyway's?  I turn around and look back at the park. Trees stretch up into the sky dark cloudy sky. In the distance, a person is at the very back walking their dog. I swear I catch a glimpse of red eyes looming behind a tree but I quickly disregard it.

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