It's been almost an hour since me and Billy got to my house, we haven't really talked, well, Billy has talked to me and I've just sat here silently. I know he's trying to help but he can't

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" Billy asks

He's been keeping his distance, I just want him to hug me and tell me it will be ok.

"Not really, I just wanna be alone" I lied, I don't wanna be alone. It's the last thing I want right now, because I know, once I'm alone he will come back

"Oh ok, just text or call if you need anything. I'm here for you." He sounds upset but I don't want him to see me like this, he grabs his bag and heads out.

I probably shouldn't be letting him walk alone but I still don't wanna move. I'm just gonna sleep and hope it was all a fucked up dream.

• • •

"Y/n, wake up" My mom says and she taps my forehead

My eyes flutter open and I see her,

"What" I'm half asleep but I want to make sure she knows I'm still alive

"It's time to come eat, we're gonna have a family dinner tonight" She's walks out but leave the door open behind her

We only have family dinners when something bad happens, I'm assuming this means she knows about what happened at school.

I get up and walk downstairs, I grab my plate and sit at the table.

We all start eating and just sit there in awkward silence. My dads the one who breaks the silence, which is unusual

"So how was you day?" He asks, I guess they didn't know about what happened? Or he forgot like usual

"Great! I got to see three hanging bodies and now everyone thinks I'm a murderer. How was yours?" I didn't mean to say that, but what did he expect.

"I-I'm sorry" My dad says and goes quiet for the rest of the dinner

I wasn't hungry, but I know that if I don't eat my parents will freak out. I offer to do the dishes my but mom says it fine, I grab some water and head back to my room.

I open my door and

"JESUS FUCK-" I spill my water

"LANGUAGE Y/N" I hear my mom yells

"Yeah, language" The masked man says

Why the fuck is he here, I don't wanna see him

"What do you want?" I say, attempting to clean the water and closing my door

"I missed you" He says sarcastically, I'm trying to be mad at him but it's hard to be

"Cool. Can you leave now?" I'm trying to be a bitch, hoping he will leave even if I don't actually want him gone

"I'm sorry I-"

"That doesn't fix anything" I cut him off,

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I want to protect you" I can't tell he's being genuine

"Protect me? Everyone thinks I'm a murderer" I don't wanna be mean,

"I just wanted to help, I'm sorry" He says as he gets up and walks towards the window. I lose control of my body and walk after him

"Wait" I say

He turns around and I fall into him, as I start to sob

His arms wrap around me and I feel safe, something I haven't felt all day

Why do I care about him?

Why can't I tell the police about him?

After a few minutes I pull away once I finish sobbing,

I feel like a mess

"I'm sorry- I ruined your cloak dress thing" I point at the tears and snot, it makes me wanna cry again because I feel bad

"It's ok I have more than one" He says as he takes it off, as he lifts it up his shirt follows, revealing part of his abs

I blush and look away, out of embarrassment.

"You didn't have to look away. I don't mind" I can hear him smirk

I turn around

He looks a lot better without the cloak, he's wearing a tight black long-sleeve shirt and black ripped jeans.

"You almost look good like this" I say, sarcastically

"You know you like it," He pauses for a moment and then continues "I should probably go, I don't want your parents to catch me" He grabs his cloak and heads out the window, I would let him use the door, but y'know, my parents aren't fans of murderers.

I lay there and think about what just happened, I was so mad at him, but he was just trying to help.

I lay there for a about 10 minutes playing on my phone, until I get a message.

"Be there in 5 mins

I didn't invite him over but I'm happy about it. I missed him, and I want to apologize

Shit my parents are gonna meet him, that's a problem for later.