When Perfect Meets Crazy

It had been five days and still no sign of Masked Idiot. Tomorrow was his deadline. The day I’d cut him off and he was still a no show. The thought turned my stomach.

After the third day, I gave in and hit him up on Instagram. He didn’t reply.

Last night, I hit my lowest and asked Tammy of his whereabouts like a proper unsympathetic sociopath, asking about her ex just days after the breakup.

It was a wasted effort at the end. She had no news on him.

I heaved a sigh and threw the novel I had been reading -mostly failing at- onto my bed in frustration. I had been on the same page for almost an hour. Gaming wasn’t even an option seeing as I couldn’t bring myself to concentrate on anything. I would get my ass handed to me and lose points, and since I planned on selling the account soon, I couldn’t afford that.

It was a miracle I had managed to keep my distress from those around me. Actually, it wasn’t. Nobody was paying attention. Keeping it from them was easy.

Growling quietly, I decided to take a shower to cool off.

I was really going to kill him if he wasn’t already dead. My stomach couldn’t take any more knots of worry. It felt like I was walking around with a boulder on my chest. Like I couldn’t get in enough air, couldn’t breathe deeply enough. How he ever managed living like this, with a constant worry at the back of his mind, was beyond me. I couldn’t stand it. I hated it. I had brought it on myself and that made me hate it even more. It was all me. Me and my wilful caretaker tendencies. He was a grown man, he didn’t need me worrying about him but of course, it was my nature and I couldn’t help it. Now I was paying for it.

“I swear this is all my fault.” I growled, slipping on pajama shorts and a tank top with my hair wrapped in an old cotton t-shirt.

“I should’ve called my dad on him when I had the chance,” I mutteerd under my breath.

Roughly pulling open the door to my room, I continued viciously, “Or thrown him out the day he showed up beaten and half dead.”

I flicked on the lights, bathing the room with a golden glow.

“I should never have eve--”

I jumped back reflexively, eyes widening in shock as I took in the figure reclining on my bed.

My eyes narrowed to slits.

“You.” I bared my teeth, enmity radiating from my pores as I took calculated predatory steps towards the boy on my bed.

he rose to his feet and for a split second, his eyes drifted

hissed, taking another predatory step forward.

apple bobbed up and down

was infused with a forced cheerfulness that was

die.” I said it with a quiet deadliness that made it clear I wasn’t joking in the least. “But first, you’ll

apple

any idea,” I snarled, eyes glowing with anger, “what

putting his hands up to ward me off.

“I was so worried. I thought you got caught. That you

stopped a step away from him, well

“Sorry,” he ventured.

cut it.”

bull. He

I didn’t

was accompanied by a blow

clutching his

that was at level with my stomach, “your

you will just hang on.” He

hissed. “I’ve been hanging on. Barely! For the past five days.

my point, I followed it with a sharp kick

stop hitting

giving in to the urge to pound my

stroll in like it was every other day

shining with anger, shot to his face. He held them in place, looking down at me with a calm

to get free. The t-shirt wrapped around my head came loose and slid to the

I gritted out, my gaze trained on the hand pinning down both

“Avy.”

“Let go!” 

repeated, steel