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itโs been a little while since youโve seen your boy toy. midterms were around the corner, and you had no time to engage in distracting events with chris.
being the annoying tease he is, heโd sent pictures of himself in bed, his long hair covering his droopy blue eyes. pouty lips. he needed help. last night, he sent a video of himself in his dark bedroom. whimpering moans from his throat as he cried for his mama. he couldnโt wait long. heโd remember your long nails, your sultry voice, and lingering touch. making a mess in his sweatpants.
โfuckinโ sticky.โ heโd sigh. โguess i have to clean up since someone else wonโt.โ
donโt get it wrong, thereโs nothing else you wanted more than to shut his mouth by shoving your fingers inside. you warned him a week prior about your exams. youโd be distant and busy. not on purpose, you had other priorities than your clingy boy.
you sent him a heart so you wouldnโt leave him on read.
the next day, you spent the morning in sweatpants and a big t-shirt studying. countless energy drinks on the ground, along with sticky notes plastered around your walls. you had lunch with a friend so you could see the sun again and reconnect with the outside world.
the evening, you went back to studying since your hefty midterm was in less than forty-eight hours. invested in your laptop, typing away, your phone buzzed. a new text message from chris.
imessage: from: "chris"
โmiss you, can i come over?โ
imessage: from: "mamas"
โim in college christopher.โ
imessage: from: "chris"
โwhen will you be done?โ
you rolled your eyes, frustrated because staying at home on a friday night wasnโt your ideal plan while your friend group was at a house party.
imessage: from: "mamas"
โchris, i donโt know. let me study."
imessage: from: "chris"
โwait! i got a haircut.โ
imessage: from: "mamas"
โyeah? lms.โ
chris sent a video of himself tossing his hair in the back of a car. the red shirt made him look attractive, along with the new haircut. he looked so fucking good.
didnโt take long for chris to come over since he lived a block away. out of breath, he stood outside your house door. swiftly, you brought him upstairs before your little brother or mother could hear.
โwhat changed your mind?โ chris smiles with glee, cheesing at the fact he hasnโt seen you in so long.
โyou look so good, the haircut suits you,โ you reply, your voice low as you lock your door behind you. the dim candle illuminates the dark room.
โyou like it?โ โitโs different than what im used to.โ chris ruffled his hair with his hand. โlooks really good, let me prove it to you,โ you whisper in a soft voice as you slip your hand behind his neck, bringing him closer to you as your lips connect.
instantly chris wrapped his arms around your waist. whined in the kiss. โmissed you so much, donโt understand.โ
you pulled back, you pushed him gently on his shoulders, making him kneel down. his blue eyes looked up with a puppy look. god, you missed this. your sweet boy that worshipped you.
you ran your fingers through his hair, across his jaw, and tilted his head up by his chin. โsmart boy. you knew iโd be attracted to your haircut. you look so good for me.โ
chris nodded his head, โmhm! had to get your attention somehow.โ you coo, bringing your lips closer to him, bending.
โmissed your mama?โ
โso much.โ his eyes stared at yours; he couldnโt look away. they drove them in a daze with your intimidating gaze.
โyeah i could tell. making a mess of yourself. needy boy.โ
โiโm so sorry, ma, itโs been a while,โ he whined, his hands on his knees, nervously rubbing his thighs.
โwhy couldnโt you have some alone time to yourself, hmm? you whisper in his ear, kneeling down to come to his level. you lips on his neck under his ear. your hand trailing down to his growing erection.
โnot the same.โ he whined, his head leaned back against the bed. โneed you.โ
โneed who, baby? say my name.โ you look straight at him, those puppy dog eyes.
โgosh, my mama. needed my mama,โ he whispered before pulling you onto his lap. your lips connect, heated kissing as you let your hands roam in his hair. chrisโs hands wandered on your hips. trailing up, feeling that youโre bare under the big t-shirt.
โcan i?โ he asked gently, you smiled at your nervous boy. god, this was the distraction you needed.
you nodded your head yes, chris lifting the shirt off your body. your tits are on display. chrisโs eyes in awe. โso pretty, ma.โ
โthank you, doll.โ you smile before bringing his lips close again. your hands trail down to his bulging boner. heavy breathing through the kiss as his hands caressed your tits. itโs cute. chris wouldnโt know how to fondle your tits, yet he loved having them in his hands.
โrelax for me, baby boy, mamaโs got you,โ you whisper, his face red. lips were pink and apart as he remained with the puppy doll look.
you pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers. you aligned your clothed heat with his bare bulge.
delighted sighs from chrisโs lips. โgod, i missed you.โ he held onto your hips as you humped through your shorts. your tits bounced as you moved.
โi know, baby, relax,โ you whisper, moving your hips against his cock. you could feel yourself starting to soak your panties. you sighed in satisfaction, leaning your head back and holding onto his shoulders. โmama,โ heโd whine, his own hips jolting against yours.
โpretty boy, you wanna feel mamaโs pussy?โ you look down at him. your tits against his chest. โgod, yes, please.โ he exhaled. he needed this so bad. his cock ached at night when he needed you. he made up excuses about not being able to sleepover at andrewโs because he knew he couldnโt keep himself from you.
you kiss his pouty lips before removing your shorts, and your thin panties move to the side. aligning yourself so his aching cock was right in place on your clothed clit.
โi canโt wait, baby boy,โ you whine as you grind a little quicker on his cock.
โfor what?โ chris hitched, he held onto your hips harder because the sudden warmth and slick from your pussy.
โto actually have your dick in me.โ โim going to be your first time pretty boy,โ you whispered in his ear as you continued moving your hips.
โwait, maโ donโt say that,โ he groaned, his stomach stirred. the idea of him acting being inside you drove him crazy.
โwhat? i know youโve been thinking about it, baby. actually being in mamaโs pussy. feeling how tight i am, how good i am going to feel around your cock. youโre gonna love it,โ you teased, you quickened your pace.
โdonโt you wanna fuck me, baby? let your load inside me? give me your first time? let me be your first pussy.โ
โmama! youโre gonna make me cum.โ chris mewled. his eyes squeezed shut, trying his hardest not to finish so quickly at your dirty talk.
โyeah? just wait to come inside me, chrissy. let it all go inside me. cum inside me, all over my tummy, you could mark me as yours. the same way iโm going to keep your virginity.โ โcome on, baby, come for mama?โ
you moved your hips steadily, almost mimicking the movements of riding him. your tits bounced in his face, and his stomach tightened. your cum seeping through your panties onto him, your tits in his face, the naughty image of him actually thrusting inside you for the first time. making his mouth agape as he held onto your hips, cumming under you. โfuck, fuckkkk.โ he seethed.
โthere you are, let it out, baby.โ you console, your orgasm close as chrisโs cum squirts on your sopped panties. โcanโt wait to fuck you, chrissy!โ you moan, the actual idea of chris losing his virginity to you made you lose your edge.
nervous, pouty chris, thrusting sloppily, overwhelmed by the new feeling of your pussy engulfing his cock. bottoming out, hitting your cervix just right. god, you needed to control yourself. letting yourself get carried away, your orgasm flows through you, just humping on chrisโs cock.
โfuck.โ chris watched, you looked so fucking sexy. rutting yourself on him. โmissed my mama.โ he grabbed your neck, bringing your lips to a sloppy kiss as you slowed yourself down, bringing your hips to a stop.
โgod, this haircut looks so good on you, baby.โ
chris smiled sheepishly, โthank you, mama.โ
โcome surprise me again, maybe itโll be your first time.โ
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the guilt is eating me alive. i talked to several people. all of the people involved. some didnโt respond, some blocked me. and for the people who accepted my apologies โ that does not excuse my behavior. i am well aware of that.
first of all, i am coming here to say my deepest apologies. i deeply regret my actions.
when i did the collab with cherry, i never had any malicious intentions. i considered cherry a friend, and the whole topic came up when we were talking. she was struggling to write a fic and asked my opinion as an author. i had already told her i really liked her dilf!matt au and that i wanted her permission to write something about it. amidst the conversation, which had only to with our writing processes, the collab came up. it was unprompted and unplanned, we only had similar ideas about the same concept, as writers and as friends.
regardless of my intentions or the nature of the conversation, i now fully understand that it was inappropriate for me, as an adult, to engage in that kind of creative collaboration. it crossed a boundary that should never be crossed, and i take full responsibility for that. i shouldnโt have agreed with it in the first place, and iโm terribly sorry for not thinking things through properly. none of this would have been happening if i thought for longer. i am wrong for that. it was a serious, terrible mistake.
i posted an apology early in the morning, as soon as i got called out. i explained what happened and stated myself accountable for my mistakes. however, the whole situation was becoming extremely overwhelming for me, and thatโs why i deactivated all my socials. i am not running away from accountability. i have clinical depression and suicid*al tendencies since i was 12 years old, i am extremely anxious and paranoid. the most honest way i could find of showing my regret was deactivating and quitting โ i donโt want to be here if i am the one hurting people. i dont ever put myself before others. i never did, and im not gonna do that now. my mental health, or the lack of it, does not excuse my behavior. i am wrong, and i apologize.
no armors, no masks, nothing. i am sorry. ive always stated in blog that i didnt mind interacting with minors, as long as that didnt cross a line. i would never have any malicious intentions with any minor.
ive seen that some people are coming to other blogs to tell about their experiences with me. once again, i apologize, from the bottom of my heart. i was not aware the way i responded some of the comments on my fics was perceived as something i never meant it to be. whenever i say โdid you?โ โgood or bad?โ i am genuinely asking to know your opinion on my work. i never intended double meanings and i apologize if i ever made it sound that way.
i beg you, from the bottom of my heart, to stop sending anons with my name, especially to people who werenโt involved. ive received countless de*th, r*pe and doxxing threats on my inbox before deactivating. this has been making me sick, but i know its not an excuse and i deserve it. i did something wrong and thereโs no reason for me to want pity.
if i ever hurt you, if i ever made you feel uncomfortable, if i ever said something that sounded even a little bit weird to you โ please reach out. i have my dms opens. i want to talk. I want to hear you. i want to apologize directly to you. i will not open my inbox because right now i donโt have the psychological or physical strength to deal with more threats.
please come talk to me. i am so terrible sorry for everything iโve done. i am not coming back to tumblr or any other social media. i will be here to answer anything tonight, and iโll be deactivating this account as well tomorrow. after that, i beg you to forget my existence.
once again, my deepest apologies. id like to reinforce that i am not in any sense running away from accountability. iโm sorry for every single person i hurt, iโm sorry for every single person that once trusted me and is now disappointed at me. i made a genuine mistake, and that wonโt be happening ever again.
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stomach churning, anxiety rushing through your veins. you stare at your phone in agony. "god, why won't he text back?" you missed him. you didn't understand the concept of your relationship; you weren't dating, but you weren't friends either. you couldn't stand the fact that your phone wouldn't ring. biting your nails, pacing a hole in your bedroom floor. "is it me?" "did i do something wrong?"
after two minutes, then twenty, two hours, twenty hours. "why won't he text me back?"
the burning delivered notification made your legs tremble more. your heart clenched. "is this the end of us?" you'd think.
you couldn't take it anymore. frantically grabbing your phone. you'd see the red numbers on your digital clock. 2:30am. he's away on tour. it's late for you, but perfect for him. your eyes burned with sleepiness while your heart seeped despair.
"how do i tell you i miss you without telling you?" you questioned yourself. your hands in your hair, hot tears dwelled in your eyes. "fuck this."
"matt, are you not going to talk to me?' you sent.
two minutes, twenty, an hour.
"seen."
"typing..."
"seen."
"typing..."
a pattern.
"sorry, been busy."
your fingers twiddled, your heart racing. your stomach queasy. while you texted him, his thumbs switched to another chat.
itโs been months since the balloon killer appeared in your bedroom. the itchy feeling of chrisโs hands on your skin hasnโt gone away. you missed him. god, you were so worried. where could he be?
the eerie balloon messages around ucla continued. but they were more malicious. violent slashings, hurtful words plastered on the victimโs body, and the last victim had a bite mark on her neck.
you couldnโt believe that this was chrisโs doing. it couldnโt be. not your childhood best friend. you shooed him away and couldnโt find him again. youโve gone from party to party, marking yourself as bait for the killer to catch, only this time, you didnโt plan on it.
your twenty-first birthday was tonight. you friends decided to throw a house party, considering it was also the end of the semester. the balloon killer didnโt once cross your mind, but oh, you were the only thing on his.
your friends thought it would be a fun idea for a themed party. the theme set was a masquerade. it seemed odd at first, but the idea of being hidden behind a persona seemed thrilling. it also hid the killer's face perfectly.
after countless hours of dress up, mix and matching outfits, and smudged eyeliner, time crept, and it was time to leave.
a striking outfit was necessary for your birthday party. a dark red dress that flowed at your knees and tied behind your neck. the glitter spray shimmered across the fabric along with your skin. the matching mask covered around your eyes and cheeks, just your glossed lips were shown. enough for the killer to recognize.
drinks flowed and music pounced. intoxicated dancing and second-hand smoke lingered. laughing and gossiping shared around the room, along with the casual groping and steamy kissing in various parts of the house.
burning alcohol down your throat made you lose a bit of your stability. your vision hazed as your legs stumbled. one shot, another shot. music blaring in your ears as you danced with your friends. โhappy birthday!โ shrieks along with happy glees of finishing a semester of college.
it seemed like an average college party night, except you didnโt anticipate an uninvited guest. as your mind was delirious, you felt rough hands reach your waist. a tall gentleman in black jeans, along with a buttoned-up shirt. his full-faced mask intrigued you more.
his hands roamed across your dress, then up to your shoulders. moving you around the dance floor, carefree.
as your mind was clouded, you didnโt notice that this gentleman had gotten closer, closer to the point where you could see his ravishing blue eyes.
โwould you accompany me upstairs? iโd like to be alone with you.โ his voice was deep and raspy underneath the mask, as if his voice was velvet.
your stomach churned, you took his hand, heading up to the bedroom of the house. immediately shutting the door, he led you to the white bed. sitting in front of him, he lifted your head with his hand. your neck exposed. in the dark bedroom, the only light was the moonlight through the window, and the gentleman removed his mask. his chapped lips kissing your soft neck, he opened his mouth agape. his lips sucked as your head leaned back.
your vision was blurred, you couldnโt see the man's face clearly. you could make out his deep, dusky ocean eyes. the sensation of his lips on your neck. aroused, soft moans left your lips while your hand made its way in his long, dark hair.
โiโve missed you,โ he whispered in your ear. his teeth sank into your neck like a vampire. โow!โ you wince. his lips taste the metallic liquid drip from the small puncture.
you push him away, your hand holding onto his bite. โwhat are you talking about?โ you whisper, confused, you blink. the pain from his sharp teeth sobered you just a bit.
โdonโt recognize me, darling? letโs take this off.โ his hand removed your string mask, and the felt piece dropped onto the floor.
your eyes watered as you blinked, your brain and memories recognizing the man's face clearly, who stood in front of you. memories of ice cream trucks, family dinners, playground games, first kisses, and high school dares.
your heart pounded, you knew his face. you recognized those blue eyes. but, they werenโt the ones you fell in love with.
โmatthew?โ โoh, you remember me, darling?โ he smirked, his hand wiped the blood on his lip.
โhow? what? what are you doing here?โ you questioned, extremely dazed and confused.
โsince you didnโt give me a birthday present on our birthday. i thought iโd give you one on yours,โ he smiled maliciously, those blue eyes darkened. your body jolts with fear.
โwhat are you talking about?โ
โi know you called the cops on chris. all he wanted was to love you. accept him. you didnโt.โ matthewโs jaw tightened.
โwhere is he?โ you stood up, frantic. matt didnโt move back.
โdonโt know. he ran away from home once you betrayed him.โ โdidnโt even celebrate our birthday together.โ โsince you took away something i love, iโm going to take away the reason why he left.โ
matthew moved away your hand from your neck, his hand on your mouth, while he sank his teeth again.
muffled screams in his hand, you tried to pry off his large hands, but his grip was too strong. the pain on your neck was excruciating.
โthose murders werenโt chris. they were me, darling.โ matt seethes into your ear, his hand not budging.
โmatt, please!โ you cried into his hand. you felt blood drip down your neck, staining his white shirt.
โi canโt find him, so now he canโt find you.โ his hand moved to your neck, his fingers crushing your throat. you gasped for air, you tried removing his crushing hand.
โsay it, say it. who am i?โ the killer removed his hand, watching you fall to the ground, gasping for air.
โkiller! youโre a killer!โ you wheezed.
โi always thought christopher was a lousy murderer. โthe balloon killerโโ. what a stupid name.โ
as youโre on the ground, gasping for air, blood seeped out of your neck, and your vision is blurry. you heard pounding on the bedroom door. โmatthew, let me in!โ
"uh oh, he's here," matthew said in a sing-song tone. reaching for his pocket, he pulled out a small switchblade that swiftly opened. he let the tip bruise your neck. whining from the pain on your neck, you couldn't push him away.
"tell him. tell him how much you've missed him."
"let me in matt!" chris yelled through the loud house music, his heavy boots kicking the doorknob.
you sobbed, terrified that matthew grew up into a vicious murderer.
with a harsh kick, chris bursts into the room, immediately tackling matt to the ground. the switchblade flew out of his hand and onto the floor. โwhere the fuck have you been chris?โ matt yelled, โyou abandoned me for her!โ
โi had to run away, i knew i couldnโt continue the murders. you're psychotic!โ chris ducked from mattโs pummels.
โyou donโt love her. she tried taking you away from me!โ โyouโre my brother!โ
โmatt please, this isnโt her fault!โ
โyou donโt get to play hero, christopher.โ matt had chris on the ground, his hands around his neck. matt felt a sharp pain in the center of his back. โlet him go, or iโll shove this in you,โ you threatened, holding the same switchblade he had on your neck.
matthew froze. his chest rose and fell against your blade.
โdo itโ he whispered, โprove it, youโre just like me.โ your hands trembled. your eyes watered, you couldnโt. these were the boys you loved, you grew up with. you loved them.
โdo it!โ he released chris. immediately, chris pushed him to the side, pinning him to the ground.
โmatthew, this has gone too far.โ โi canโt let you hurt her more.โ
โi spend countless nights listening to you cry about her. you left me. you left me alone with these heinous thoughts.โ โi have too.โ
you trembled as your hands dropped the knife. โgo, run.โ
โwhat?โ chris looked back at you, extremely confused.
โi let you run, now itโs his turn. run. i wonโt call the police, i wonโt tell anyone. run.โ
matthewโs breath caught. he stared at you. not angry, not wild, justโฆ empty. chris loosened his grip, eyes flicking between the two of you. โyou canโt be serious.โ
โi am,โ you whispered. โthis ends now.โ matthew sat up slowly. his face was unreadable, blood dripping from his mouth. โyou always were the soft one,โ he muttered. he staggered to his feet. no one moved.
at the doorway, he picked up his mask and looked back one last time. his eyes met yours. โi loved you too,โ he said. โin my own way.โ โyet, you chose chris.โ then he was gone.
the silence that followed felt louder than the music still thumping in the background. chris collapsed to the floor, shaking. you stood still, staring at the doorway like he might walk back through it.
โi donโt know if i did the right thing,โ you said.
chris didnโt answer. he didnโt have to.
โyou saved him,โ chris said quietly. โbut at what cost?โ โheโll be back,โ you whispered. chris didnโt reply. after a moment, he stood up quietly, looking down at you.
โi canโt leave him alone.โ โim sorry.โ โchris, no, please!โ you pleaded, but he slipped out the door without a word. you were left alone in the fading shadows.
a faint creak echoed from just beyond the door. you froze. when you looked, there was nothing there.
the nightmare wasnโt over.
a few days later, the soft hum of the television was the only sound in your quiet bedroom. you sat curled up on your canopy bed, the room dim and heavy with silence. your eyes were fixed on the flickering screen.
the news anchorโs voice broke through the stillness, calm but urgent:
โโฆ in breaking developments regarding the recent string of murders caused by the 'balloon killer, ' police have revealed a startling new detail. the balloon killer is not a lone wolf, but identical brothers believed to be working together in these horrific crimes. authorities warn the public to remain alert as the investigation continues.โ
grainy black-and-white surveillance footage played on the screen: two shadowy figures moving in eerie synchronicity through a foggy street, their faces obscured, but unmistakably alike.
your breath hitched. you clenched your fists, the puncture from days ago still on your neck, bandaged.
the past wasnโt done with you. and neither were they.
the room was silent except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. your telephone rang sharply against the nightstand, breaking the stillness. your breath caught.
with trembling fingers, you answered, voice barely more than a whisper.
โhello?โ
a low, chilling voice whispered back,
โdid you really think it was over?โ
โwhere are you?โ your hands gripped the telephone.
a low, chilling voice whispered back, โi thought you wanted to be away from us."
โi didโฆ i do.โ
โyeah? then say it.โ
your voice was quiet, a thousand thoughts ran through your head.
โthatโs what i thought. open the door,โ the line crackled and went silent. you sat frozen, heart pounding, caught between the desperate need to escape and the undeniable pull to stay.
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youโre laying across your white canopy bed, humming softly to the vinyl record spinning on your nightstand as you doodle in your pale pink notebook.
the wind bustles gently against your open window pane. the leaves scratch against the crystal. summer was ending, and it was almost time for school to begin again. you were nervous; it was your freshman year of college, and you were anxious about starting a new chapter of your life. you swore to devote yourself to your studies.
you still lived at home and you were happy. mom and pop didnโt plan on letting you go any time soon until you were married. besides, you werenโt crazy on leaving anytime soon.
you get up from your bed to take the needle off the vinyl to listen to the night news before bed.
โbeware of the balloon killer! heโs still roaming around the streets!โ
โrob, it seems that the balloon killerโs victims are among young college kids.โ โkeep those college dorms locked tight! no parties tonight. stay home and stay safe. stay alert for the balloon killer.โ
โthe balloon killer calling card seems to be deflated balloons. we found at least twelve scattered around UCLAโs campus last monday.โ
โstay safe everyone. and may God bless you all.โ
you shivered at the sound of the killer. heโs heartless. murdering innocent souls. you turned the radio knob to off and walked to your bathroom for a quick shower.
you drop your pink silk pyjamas on the granite floor. entering the tub and letting the hot water hit your shoulders and run across your bare body. after twenty minutes, you walk back into your room. the window was opened wider then how you left it.
you don't think much about it until you notice a white deflated balloon with a black string on your pillow.
โchristopher!โ you whispered, trying to stay quiet due to your parents sleeping in the room next door. โwhere are you?โ you tightened your towel around your naked body. looking outside the window, only seeing darkness due to the night sky.
โhey princess,โ a husky voice rings behind you. immediately, you turn. there he is. the balloon killer. or, as you know him better, christopher sturniolo. your โฆ you donโt even know what to call him really.
โwhat are you doing here?โ you huffed, staring at him as he sat on your vanity chair. all you could see were his eyes. those piercing blue eyes. the balloon killer, or chris, wore a black mask with a black hoodie and dark jeans. his hoodie had a red balloon stitched onto it in the corner. you could recognize his stupid blue eyes anywhere. they were your obsession.
โmissed my girl.โ
chris stood up and slipped the mask off. his long hair rustled, covering his droopy eyes a bit. his chiseled jaw and prominent cheekbones stood out to you. the small cut on his lip. heโs never looked this intriguing before.
โyou know i donโt like you here this late. especially dressed like that.โ
โwell, i wanted to see you. especially when youโre not dressed at all.โ chris smirked slightly, hinting at the fact youโre still wrapped in a towel.
your cheeks rushed red. you wrapped the towel tighter, your fingers turned white.
โcome on maโ, youโre not happy to see me? itโs my birthday,โ chris pouted. โcelebrate with me.โ
โyou know i donโt like this new hobby you adopted. it scares me.โ
โim sorry, mama, i promised you i would never hurt you, tho.โ he smiled gently and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.
you felt a mixture of confusion and unease stir in your chest as chris's fingers brushed against your skin. his touch, once familiar and comforting, now felt foreignโcold, almost predatory.
"iโฆ i don't understand you anymore, chris," you murmured, stepping back a little, your heart racing. you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was horribly wrong, even though his presence had always felt like home to youโuntil now.
chris tilted his head, studying you with those piercing blue eyes. he seemed almostโฆ hurt by your words. but it didn't stop the dark edge in his voice when he replied.
"why? because iโve changed? because i've had to do thingsโฆ to survive? you wouldn't understand, princess." his smile twisted slightly, but there was a shadow of something softer behind it.
"i do it all for you.โ
"you don't have to do this for me, chris," you said, your voice a little louder now, trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "youโve crossed a line. youโre not the same person i knew. iโm scared of what youโre becoming. what youโve already become."
his eyes narrowed for a moment, and you could feel the tension in the room shift. the deflated balloon on your pillow seemed to mock you, a sickening reminder of his twisted path.
"you don't need to be scared," chris whispered, taking a step closer. "i'm still your chris. the one who used to make you laugh, the one who always protected you. that hasn't changed." he paused, his gaze flickering to the balloon again. "but maybe you need to understand that Iโm not the same anymore. i canโt just go back to the way things were. you can't expect me to just disappear."
he was standing so close now, too close. your heart thudded against your chest, and you instinctively took another step back, gripping the towel around you tighter.
"you can't stay here anymore," you said, more to yourself than to him. your hands trembled, but you had to keep it together. you had to.
chrisโs lips pressed together in a thin line, but his eyes softened for a split second before darkening again.
"don't say that," he whispered hoarsely. "donโt leave me. iโฆ i need you."
a chill ran through you. you couldnโt stay here any longer. not with him. not with the balloon killer lurking in your room, pretending to be someone you once loved.
"please, chris," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "i donโt know who you are anymore. I donโt know what you want from me."
he stared at you for a long moment, as if weighing his next move. Then, he did something that shocked you. he backed away, sitting back down in your vanity chair with a sigh, like the fight had suddenly drained out of him.
"i'm sorry," he murmured, though the words didn't carry the weight of sincerity youโd hoped for. "i just wanted you to see. to understand. iโm still the same person, underneath it all. butโฆ maybe I was wrong to come here tonight."
the sound of his voiceโthe vulnerability in itโmade your heart ache for the boy you once knew. but you knew the truth. the person in front of you wasn't him anymore.
you grabbed the phone from the nightstand and dialed the only number you knew could help you now. as you held the phone to your ear, you didnโt dare take your eyes off chris. he didnโt move, didnโt say anything. he just stared at you, as if he, too, was waiting for something.
"get out of my house, chris," โyou need to go.โ you said softly, as the sound of your parentsโ footsteps echoed down the hall.
chris hesitated, his fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. but instead, he just looked at you one last time, the sorrow in his eyes unmistakable.
"goodbye, princess," he whispered, his voice almost breaking as he stood up, pulling the mask back over his face. "iโll always love you."
and just like that, he was goneโvanishing into the night, leaving behind nothing but the eerie silence and the lingering sense that you had just said goodbye to something far more dangerous than you had ever imagined.
the police arrived moments later, and though they took the balloon and the evidence seriously, you knew it wasnโt over. you couldnโt escape him. not really. because, somewhere deep down, you knew chris wouldnโt stop. not until he had you completely, just like heโd wanted all along.
but for now, you were safe. and that was all you could hold onto. for now.