Y/N pov

What was going on, I couldn't explain it in words anymore, but if I were to portray it into a picture, it would be the most fascinating and darkest portrait of my life.

Ghostface was on top of me, half naked, the mask obscuring the expression on his face, but beneath his chest, I believed his heart was going crazy like mine. My cheeks flushed red while shrinking in those thoughts of what he would do to me.

Looking at the pile of clothes he had torn, I was about to make a sulky face at first but was quickly subdued by his rough fingers that were slowly entering my private place, he gently rubbed my clit. My body slowly sank into pleasure.

My head was a mess at the time, my body getting used to his stimulation which soon made my mind go blank.

In the middle of the night, the scent of alstonia gently spread in the air, the wind crept through the curtain, letting the bright moonlight illuminate the whole room. Covering two naked bodies entwined, wild and real.

I wish it was factual, at least I hope that his actions tonight were genuine, not that he wanted anything from me but that he wanted me.

"Why are you crying?" He suddenly stopped, his voice carrying a surprising tone that made me unintentionally raise my hand to rub my eyes.

I was crying, not because of the pain when he thrusted deep inside, in fact, the pleasure was actually beyond my expectation. It was just that I suddenly became insecure.

"I'm worried you'll disappear..." I hesitated. "All the people I cared about disappeared one by one."

Ghostface suddenly bent down over me, his hands tracing my cheek. Not a single word came out from him, but I knew he was comforting me. He took off his mask and then kissed me lightly on the forehead. Then he gave me the most sincere smile I had ever seen.

"Unless one of us dies, I won't leave you."

I reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion I had for him, wholeheartedly. I thought he would not lie to me anymore, that this wasn't a game he played like before.

Until I woke up the next morning.

Bright light streamed in from the window, my eyes were half closed and I could vaguely feel the warmth on my lashes, I frowned slightly when I heard whispers in the distance. I wonder if I was dreaming or awake because of how sweet the memories of last night were. The strange thing was that the bed I'm lying on was rougher than yesterday...

The noises were getting more and more distinctive, which was strange because if my memory did not fool me then yesterday would have been just me and Ghostface together. I forced myself to wake up and the first thing that caught my eye was the crimson brown curtain I had seen a thousand times before, from the sofa in the corner to the chandelier on the ceiling, so familiar that I soon realized I was no longer in his house nor Tiff's apartment but my own room in Howard's mansion.

My throat was dry, I didn't know what to think or how to express. Because the truth was so cruel and so obvious that I refused to comprehend.

I slowly crawled out of bed, looked at myself in the mirror as I stood up. From the reflection, I was wearing a thin white nightgown, I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I saw the pale skin. Then I pushed the bedroom door open and walked down the stairs to the first floor to see the "thousand times" scene again every morning in Howard's. My father sat at the end of the table reading the newspaper, my mother refilled her empty wine glass, and Miss Sandra laid out plates on the table.

"Sleep well, Y/N?" My mother glanced at me as she sipped the red liquid from her wine glass.

"How did I get here yesterday?" I went straight to the question. I was urged to hear the answer, but also wanted to ignore it as if nothing had happened.

"Don't you want to have breakfast first?'' Mom inserted a potato slice with her fork then put it into her mouth.

"I want an answer.'' I couldn't have imagined everything myself, last night was real and it had to be.

''This morning your lecturer, Mr. Olsen, brought you home while you was still asleep and seemed quite drunk.'' Mom gave in and put down her fork. ''I think the one who needs an answer here is me.''

Mom looked me straight in the eye, she was serious and she wouldn't give up until she had an answer. My father who stayed silent from the beginning finally interrupted and he did not seem pleased either.

''Having inappropriate relationships just like your brother, you two really are siblings.'' My father declared with a harsh voice.

''He was your son too.'' I could not get it, the overwhelming expectation that my father had for us was strong enough for him to deny his own child just because my brother was interested in men.

I rushed out through the main door, staying there any longer would drive me mad and sick to my stomach. How could my parents be more cruel and colder than strangers? With my bare feet and thin nightgown, I couldn't walk further to the town to look for Ghostface, I know I need to find him and confront him about everything.

***

As soon as I walked out of the clothing boutique in a light f/c t-shirt and jeans, wearing sneakers on my feet, a simple set of clothes, my attention quickly returned to Ghostface. More precisely, I should admit that I was deceived by him. But I could not stop myself from getting closer to him after all the evil things he had done, I still believed he was longing for me too.

On the way back to Rosaville College, I kept drawing the vision of how I would see him again, scolding him and showing him how much I resented him. How bad, I don't hate how I need him more and more now.