Toby had parked the truck in the back and you all got out and grabbed a few bags. You tried to get more but it was weighing you down especially since you were sick. "I got it." You looked at Masky and he took most of your bags away even with his stuffed arms and started walking to the back door behind Toby. You grabbed the rest and quickly shut the trunk and jogged over and immediately felt dizzy. Toby managed to open the door and you all walked in, you were still dizzy but managed to make it to the kitchen dropping the bags on the floor and rushed to the sink, tearing off your face mask, and you vomited. "Fucking gross." Masky spoke.
"(F-f/n), I-I-I picked u-up some med-medicine." Toby rubbed your back as you turned the faucet on and cleaned your mouth.
"T-thanks." You said shaking. You wiped off your mouth and managed to rinse the sink. Toby grabbed a glass of water and handed you the pills as you popped them in your mouth and used the water to swallow them.
"G-go ah-ahead and rest. M-masky an-and I can p-put a-a-way the groceries." You nodded and slowly walked out of the kitchen and walked towards the large staircase.
"Holy... (F/n) you look like shit."
You heard Ben's familiar electronic voice.
"Feel like it too." You dizzily walked up the staircase and managed to make it to your room stripping off your pants feeling too warm, you also threw off your hoodie and laid in your bed coughing. You groaned and lied on your side. You looked at your (w/c) wall and sat up grabbing some tissues and blew your nose into them. You threw it in your trash bin and took off your socks leaving you in your undergarments and a plain t-shirt. You still felt too warm, yet cold at the same time. You stood up and walked towards your window and cracked it open looking out at the sun setting. You saw your reflection. Jeez you do look like shit, you traced the bags under your eyes and sniffled. You might have the flu. You felt your forehead and winced, it's burning. You paced around the room shivering even though you were extremely warm and wrapped your arms around yourself, your thoughts instantly went to your mother and father.
"Dad, my head hurts really bad" eight year old (F/n) said. Her mother was working late at her job as a hotel employee, she wished she were here.
"You shouldn't have went outside and played in the rain with the other kids, they could have been sick. Not to mention the rain."
She held her head frowning. He yet again drank from the bottle that contained toxic liquid that will implant in his brain soon. Her mother always told her not to drink what dad drinks.
"But da-" she was unable to finish before her father groaned.
"It's your fault you got sick now leave daddy alone."
She coughed into her arm and sniffled. She always got sick so easily.
"But dad... it hurts I need some med-"
"God dammit (F/n)!" He yelled throwing the now empty bottle at the wall and it smashed behind her.
He aimed for her.
He intended to hurt her.
Tears flew down her red cheeks and she started whimpering.
"(F/n), one more time I swear. Now go to your room. Now!" He shouted and the girl ran to her room shutting and locking the door, even if it were against the rules. No locking her door. She cried and cried and cried feeling the pain in her head, physically and emotionally even if she didn't understand it all. Why had her father tried to hurt her? Was she a bad kid? She rocked herself and whispered these thoughts to herself. This went on for awhile.
The front door opened. "Honey I'm hom-, (D/n) what did you do? Why is there a broken bottle on the floor?"
Her husband slurred answering her.
"Shut up woman, (F/n) sick and she came cr-" he hiccuped, "crying to me, it's her fault it's broken."
"You threw a glass bottle at our daughter?!" Her mother yelled obviously upset and angry at the man in the recliner.
He didn't answer.
"(D/n)! Did you hurt her?!" She threw off her shoes and ran to her daughters room and tried opening the door.
"(F/n)! (F/n) open the door sweetheart! It's mommy!" She could hear the worry in her mother's voice and she reluctantly got up feeling dizzy and managed to make it to the door and unlocked the lock and opened it partly. Her mother opened it all the way and quickly dropped to her knees holding her child's face in her hands looking everywhere for cuts or bruises. She sighed in relief seeing none.
"Mom, I-I think I'm sick. My head hurts and I'm so dizzy." Her mother felt her head and showed a face of concern. The girl had been crying for God knows how long. The girl swayed and fell into her mother's arms.
"(F/n)? (F/n) baby?" She became worried as her daughter didn't answer her. She felt her head and instantly felt hot. She was extremely sick. She looked in the room to see vomit on the floor. "(F/n)?" She wouldn't respond. (F/n)!" She picked her daughter up and quickly ran to the living room.
"(D/n) did you give her medicine?! Did she tell you see was sick?! Why didn't you help her!"
"Would you be quiet, she's fine!" He looked at his daughter, the image was blurred.
"She's unconscious (D/n)!"
He became worried for the first time. Will she leave him? She can't leave him right?
"I'm taking her to the hospital." His wife slipped on some slip on shoes and ran out the door still in her work attire.
The memory soon blurred and you found yourself on the floor leaning against your bed rocking a bit. It was an old habit that never went away. You failed to notice your door open and a figure walked in your room quietly shutting it.
"(F/n), the fuck you doing on the floor?"
Your head snapped up and looked at the male. Masky. He was holding some sort of bucket, cough syrup, and two bottles of pills.
"Shit." He said and walked over setting the things on your bed and he picked you up.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?" You said unable to keep your head up. He felt your head and laid you down. He looked at your form but quickly refocused on the bucket and grabbed a cloth ice pack. Like the ones with rice. He placed it on your head and grabbed the thermometer. You opened your mouth and he placed it under your tongue and you shut your mouth. He set the bucket on the bedside table and waited for the thermometer to beep. You took it out when it beeped and looked at the three digits. 103.2 degrees, Masky finally spoke.
"Jesus what you do? Kiss the devil?" You laughed and immediately coughed afterward.
"Why are you doing this?" You whispered.
"Shut up and take this," he held up some pills and a bottle of water. You took it. He then spilled some cough syrup in the provided measuring cup. You took it reluctantly and quickly gulped down water straight after.
"How the fuck did you get sick?"
"I don't know, I just get sick easily."
"You probably have the damn flu."
"Yeah, probably."
No one said anything, it felt like ages before you spoke.
"Thank you Masky."
He nodded and took your healing hand.
"It's healing I see."
You nodded and finally realized you didn't have pants on. You quickly pulled the covers over yourself.
"Now you worry, jeez. Well just fucking rest. I'll be back later."
"Oh... okay."
He lingered by the door before leaving. You plopped your head on your soft pillow and laid your arm across your eyes sighing. Why is he being so nice to you? It was concerning.
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You heard a knock on your door and opened your sore eyes to see Toby walking in with a bowl and a tray.
"I-I m-made y-y-you some so-soup."
You frowned your brows and sat up.
"You didn't have to do that Toby."
He shrugged and set it on your lap and handed you a spoon.
"C-careful i-it's ho-hot."
You nodded and took a sip. It tasted good. You nodded and put your thumb up.
"It's really good, thank you." You said and continued eating the soup with the crackers he laid out. He sat on the end of your bed and watched you. You slowed down your eating, you didn't want to look like a pig.
"How a-are yo-you f-f-feeling?"
"Better, thanks for the soup Toby."
"N-no pro-problem." He gently touched your leg and smiled. His mouth guard was off along with his goggles. You blushed feeling his warm hand on your leg. Under the covers you weren't wearing pants.
"W-well see y-ya." He said as he got up and walked out shutting the door.
You finished the soup and set it down on the floor along with the tray. You soon fell asleep.
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(Masky's P.O.V)
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand along with the slip of paper. I unlocked it using my six digit code and typed in the number and started to text.
"Hey, this is the girl from the supermarket you gave your number too."
Was this too formal? I clicked the send button anyways. Three little dots appeared showing that he is responding.
"Wow! I can't believe you actually got back to me. So what's up?"
"Nothing much, you?"
"Just laying in bed, super. fucking. bored."
I rolled my eyes. This dude sucks.
"Sorry to hear."
"So what's your name?"
"(F/n), yours?"
"Dominick, (F/n) is a very pretty name."
This fucker doesn't even know (F/n), why the fuck does he want to talk to her for?
"Thanks!"
"No problem, so do you have Facebook?"
"No, I don't bother with social media."
"Oh"
"To be honest, I think you're really cute. And I mean, hot..."
I groaned internally. I want to bash his skull open.
"Oh, thanks I guess?" I sent. Maybe I should stop texting this guy.
"I'm serious, would you like to come over and idk watch some Netflix?"
"I can't, I'm busy."
"You said you weren't??"
"Making dinner for my family."
"Oh, you can cook?"
"Yeah."
"That's cute, so how old are you?"
"18, how about you?"
"20. I'm super fuckin drunk, can you take care of me?"
"No?"
"Well... can you send some... pics?"
Pics, pics?! Is he asking for fucking nudes?! I typed angrily.
"No, I'm not like that. Plus I have a boyfriend."
"So what? He doesn't have to kno"
"Just leave me alone."
"Come on babe"
I slammed my phone down angrily and groaned into my pillow. How fucking disgusting why does he want pictures of (F/n)? Who said he'll never ever see her on my watch.
Why the fuck do I even care?
My heart was pounding and I was filled with rage. I should just sleep it off. I shut down my phone so it wouldn't wake me up. I lied down and soon fell asleep.
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(A/n): Hey guys! Hope you liked this one. I have two questions:
1. Would you like me to make a backstory for you?
2. Are you okay with the 'Masky's P.O.V?'