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What the hell was happening?
Last night, I swore I was on my deathbed, struggling to breathe while that psycho choked me... and now?
Now I woke up in my bed... tucked in neatly and warm.
I stared at the ceiling, haven woken at least five minutes ago.
Was I seriously going insane?
After I recuperated my emotions, I sat up and slid off the bed, not feeling faint or weak in the slightest...
But I entered my bathroom to do my morning duties... and I stopped, staring at myself in the mirror.
I was still... myself... but... there was a bandage wrapped around my neck, though not tight enough to choke me.
I stepped over to the mirror and leaned forward, lightly pulling the top of the bandage to see my neck in my reflection.
My lips parted as I saw the purple bruise ringing around my skin.
It really happened.
I then shot out from the bathroom and threw open my door, immediately met with the scent of bacon and eggs.
My mouth watered, and I rushed to the staircase.
"Mom?" I said.
Was I asleep the whole time...? Or did she come home early?
"Mom!" I said, darting down the steps.
I hopped off the last one and circled around the wall, only to find myself freezing.
Sebastian was in my kitchen, smiling slyly as he folded an omelet over itself.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he teased. "Have a night nap?"
He didn't even look at me when he said it. He just knew it was me.
"What..." I said, trying to comprehend what the hell was happening, "what are you doing?"
He laughed softly. "Making breakfast. What else?"
I stared. "Uhm... Uh...."
"Cat got your tongue?" Sebastian said, glancing up as he slipped an omelet on a plate. "Do you seriously think I'm not capable of being nice?"
"There's a catch..." I told him, eyes narrowing. "There always is."
"How about," he suggested, tipping his head to the side, "eat your food before it eats you, okay?"
I blinked. "How would it... eat me?"
He smirked. "Grow moldy," he said, "turn you into a zombie."
"Okay," I put my finger up, "this is not The Last of Us, understand? Now please tell me why you... took me into my own house and proceeded to leave, come back, and make breakfast."
He smiled up at me. "I never left."
I shrank back a little at this, confusion coiling inside me.
"We need to talk," he told me, slipping out a chair and sitting at the bar. "Come on."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "You always demand me for answers and never respond to my questions."
His lashes lowered, and he nodded to the chair again.
I only rolled my eyes, stepping over to the bar seat a couple away from him, and he slid my plate of food to me.
I stared at it, questioning if I should trust it.
"So," he asked me, "what happened last night?"
"Oh, like you don't know," I said sarcastically.
He watched me curiously. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means," I glared over at him, "I know it's you. You're a part of this, aren't you?"
His brows arched.
I just shot off the bench and headed back toward the fridge, opening it and sliding out some food and such.
He just circled around me and kept that "what the hell are you doing" expression, but I didn't dare look at him.
I just slammed the door shut and slid the milk onto the counter.
But I heard a metallic click, and before I knew it, a knife clattered to the ground below me.
Oh... I must've made it slip by mistake.
I went down to pick it up, but Sebastian was already there, sliding the chef knife off the floor and blinking.
Something inside me grew cold when he stood fully and stared down at the knife, lost in thought.
I took a step back, though he didn't seem to notice.
I didn't like the look in his eyes... no. Something was wrong with that. Something... no.
I took another step back as he tipped his head to the side and eyed the metal curiously.
Was he going to snap? Was he going to suddenly launch out and kill me?
My breathing stilled, and I swallowed something hard.
"Sebastian..." I said carefully, "put the knife down...."
He suddenly looked up at me, and the lost look in his eyes vanished.
I watched as he blinked, suddenly aware of his surroundings, and he looked at me, at the knife, then back to me again.
He then just sighed and shook his head. "I'm not going to stab you, Skye. There was just gunk on this, okay?" He slid his thumb gracefully on the blade, wiping of some excess food. "I was just trying to figure out what it was."
I watched as he stared down at the knife again.
"Sebastian," I said then, voice shaking slightly as I took another step back, "please, put the knife down."
He sighed, slipping it in the sink, and he glanced up at me, those grey eyes looking as dark as midnight. "I'm not going to hurt you, Skye."
He turned and circled around the counter, sitting back down and continued eating his food.
I stared at him as his expression remained neutral.
Wait... his eyes.
His eyes.
They were almost black like the guy last night, but... Sebastian's eyes had weird amber specks in them. I'd never seen something like that.
I didn't remember the guy last night... having that.
"Are you going to eat your food, or just stand there?" Sebastian said, glancing up at me.
"Uhm..." I said then, blinking as I remained slightly disoriented, "yeah—yeah, but... do you know anyone with the same color of eyes as you?"
His brows arched. "What, now?"
"Your eyes..." I told him, "they have these specks in them... I could've sworn I saw someone with your height and build before, and he didn't have those eyes."
That someone being last night.
Despite the mask, his body and hair matched Sebastian... though his eyes almost did.
"Why are you asking me this?" Sebastian wondered.
I just blinked. "Oh, just curious."
His brows arched. "If you won't answer my questions, I won't answer yours."
My lips thinned, and I felt anger spark inside me. "Fine... what was your question?"
"What happened last night?" He took a bite of food.
"I got choked out on the sidewalk," I told him. "Now answer mine, do you know anyone?"
He smiled then, though this one looked more amused than the others. "Yes."
"Who?" I demanded.
"You answer vaguely," he said, eyes glowing, "I answer vaguely. Who attacked you last night?"
"Some random person in a mask," I said, slipping a minor lie in there, "I don't know him."
I thought I did, though... He looked like Sebastian.
"Okay," Sebastian commented, "we're getting there. Now what did the mask look like?"
My lips thinned. "It was expressionless... Like an opera mask."
"Hmm..." he replied.
"Is the person that you know your friend?" I asked him.
"No," he replied, smirking. "Though I know him very well."
"Is he your father?" I demanded.
Sebastian smirked. "No, and it's my turn. What was his body type?"
I glared. "Lean, trim... like...."
"Like what?" he demanded.
I watched him for a moment. "Like you."
He arched his brows. "Are you trying to say something?"
I watched him carefully. "I don't know. Are you trying to kill me?"
Sebastian shook his head. "You are unbelievable."
"Are you?" I demanded, tone sharpening. "Are you planning to kill me, Sebastian?"
He just glanced at me. "I'm not answering that."
"Why?" I told him, growing more irritated despite the subject. "I know you're following me everywhere. I know you were the one in that mask."
"You don't know that," he replied, tone curt.
"And why are you dodging the question?" I said then, teeth gritting. "Get out of my house."
"Skye," he warned.
"Get out!" I yelled.
"You don't want to do this," he told me, eyes glowing with something I couldn't name.
I just sighed. "Why won't you answer my questions?"
"Because you won't like the answer to them," he told me, face carefully expressionless.
"So you are trying to hurt me," I clarified.
"I never said that," he replied.
I glared then. "You are insane."
He smiled. "I know."
I just pointed to the door. "Get out."
He smiled and stood, not complaining this time while quietly exiting the front door.
I just covered my face in my hands. "This man...."
After I locked the door behind him, I just cleaned up and got ready for school.
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