Baldi's POV:

I roll over onto my side, groaning half asleep.

Ugh, what time is it?

Lifting up my left arm, I glance with half lidded eyes over to my watch. It read 6:23 a.m.

Great, time to get up.

With a small yawn and sigh, I roll over onto my other side, unconsciously snuggling up closer to my sweet (Y/N) resting beside me.

I don't want to go to work today; not today. I just don't want to leave her side. I want to stay and spoon her, whisper sweet nothingness into her ears, and play with her hair while we do math problems together. 

I shudder at those blissful thoughts and pull her closer to me. She groans and shifts in her sleeping, making me chuckle and hush her as I turn her over onto her back and left side to face me. 

"Shh, hush baby doll. It's just me." I reassure.

"B-baldi?" She groans half asleep.

"Yes it's just me love." I smile as I wave a hand over her beautiful half lidded (E/C) eyes, "Go back to sleep, it's not time for you to wake up yet."  

She hums in agreement and goes back to sleep to my command, snuggling up closer to me. 

I chuckle and begin stroking her soft, silky auburn red/brunette/black hair.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful." I mumble under my breath, "You know that right?" 

I pause as I continue to play with her hair. 

"We should probably dye your hair again babe, I miss your old hair color." I comment.

"T̶a̵l̸k̴i̷n̷g̷ ̷t̶o̷ ̴y̴o̷u̶r̴s̵e̸l̸f̸ ̷a̵g̷a̶i̴n̸ ̴B̸a̵l̸d̵i̶?̶" A familiar voice asks.

Startled, my eyes widen and I quickly sit up in bed, pulling (Y/N) closer to me in a defensive manner as I look around the room, searching for the intruder.

My eyes land on a familiar brown haired man a few moments later, standing by the doorway in the darkness. 

It was my arch nemesis, F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵.

"What are you doing here?" I demand, "How'd you get past my barrier?!" 

F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  chuckles as he steps forward.

"I̵ ̴d̷i̴d̶n̴'̶t̷,̵ ̶I̷'̷m̴ ̴m̷e̸r̷e̶l̷y̴ ̵a̸ ̷p̸r̸o̷j̶e̷c̵t̸i̷o̴n̶ ̴B̷a̸l̶d̶i̸." He pauses, clearing his throat. "I̸ ̵c̸a̸m̷e̷ ̴h̶e̷r̴e̴ ̸t̴o̴ ̵t̶e̴l̵l̸ ̶y̵o̷u̷ ̶t̶h̵a̵t̸ ̸t̶h̸e̷r̷e̶ ̷a̴r̵e̴ ̶c̶u̴r̶r̵e̸n̴t̷l̵y̷ ̴a̴ ̷f̵e̸w̷ ̸o̵f̴f̶i̴c̵e̶r̶s̴ ̷w̷a̸i̷t̷i̸n̷g̸ ̵f̵o̴r̶ ̴y̸o̷u̶ u̶p̷s̷t̷a̷i̵r̸s̴ ̸i̸n̸ ̴y̷o̸u̸r̶ ̸o̷f̵f̶i̵c̵e̷.̵"

"Officers?" I ask, "I assume they're here investigating (Y/N)'s disappearance?" 

F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  nods. 

"Great." I grumble, "Do they have any leads?" 

"F̴o̴r̶t̵u̸n̸a̵t̷e̶l̴y̷ ̷f̴o̴r̶ ̴y̴o̵u̷,̷ ̷t̵h̴e̵y̴ ̵d̷o̵ ̷n̶o̵t̴.̸" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  pouts, "T̸h̸e̶y̸'̴r̶e̸ ̵h̵e̵r̶e̶ ̶t̸o̴ ̴g̶e̴t̴ ̶a̴ ̶s̷t̵a̵t̴e̴m̵e̴n̴t̷ ̸f̵r̵o̵m̸ ̶y̵o̶u̷.̴ ̴A̴p̴p̷a̶r̵e̶n̷t̷l̵y̶ ̷M̸s̶.̶ ̵(̶L̴/̸N̸)̶ ̸o̸v̸e̵r̷ ̷t̴h̵e̸r̷e̸,̴ ̵l̴i̶e̴d̵ ̴t̷o̷ ̷h̵e̸r̶ ̸f̸r̸i̵e̶n̶d̴s̴ ̷a̵n̴d̶ ̴f̴a̴m̵i̸l̶y̴ ̶a̴b̶o̸u̸t̴ ̵h̴e̸r̶ ̸p̵l̷a̴c̷e̵ ̵o̵f̴ ̴w̴o̸r̶k̶ ̵a̴n̴d̴ ̵h̴a̶v̷e̸ ̴l̷e̸d̷ ̸t̸h̴e̴ ̷p̶o̶l̸i̶c̵e̸ ̵o̷n̶ ̵a̸ ̸w̸i̷l̶d̶ ̴g̵o̵o̷s̵e̴ ̴c̶h̶a̶s̶e̷ ̴c̶o̴n̵c̴e̵r̶n̸i̶n̵g̵ ̶h̴e̶r̸ ̵l̷a̵s̷t̶ ̵k̴n̵o̵w̷n̴ ̷w̸h̴e̶r̸e̴a̴b̴o̸u̵t̶s̵.̵ ̴T̸h̶e̶y̵'̷r̵e̵ ̵h̴e̷r̵e̶ ̶t̷o̴ ̵s̷e̶e̷ ̴i̷f̸ ̸y̶o̶u̴ ̶p̴o̸t̷e̵n̶t̴i̷a̵l̵l̵y̶ ̸k̷n̸e̷w̷ ̸t̴h̸e̶ ̸v̴i̵c̷t̴i̸m̵.̵" 

I smile.

"Good. The less they know the better." I pause as I look down towards (Y/N) still cradled in my arms.

"Peculiar thing though." I comment as I stroke (Y/N)'s hair. "I wonder why she lied."

F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  shrugs.

"I̵ ̸d̴o̸n̸'̷t̴ ̸k̵n̷o̸w̵,̵ ̷m̸a̴y̴b̸e̴ ̷i̵t̴ ̴w̵a̶s̸ ̷o̶u̷t̸ ̴o̶f̸ ̵s̷h̶a̵m̷e̷?̴ ̸S̷h̷a̴m̶e̸ ̶f̵o̴r̶ ̴w̵o̶r̶k̸i̶n̴g̶ ̸i̷n̴ ̶a̶ ̷m̴i̶s̶e̸r̵a̵b̵l̶e̷ ̸p̵l̸a̸c̴e̸ ̸l̸i̵k̸e̶ ̶t̴h̶i̴s̸?̸"F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  snickers.

I frown, but let his comment go; I honestly had better things to worry about.

I sigh as I get up from the bed, disturbing (Y/N) as I threw the blanket off of us. She groans in her sleep and unlatches herself from me after being disturbed; laying back down to go back to sleep as I climbed out of the bed.

Her actions disappoint me, but I understand. She was tired, both mentally and possibly physically still from solving math problems yesterday and having sex with me two nights ago.

I cover her back up with the blanket and kiss her forehead, all the while F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  watched from the shadows. 

He scoffs and turns his head away in disgust.

"D̵i̷s̸g̴u̵s̶t̷i̷n̴g̸.̷ ̸Y̵o̵u̵ ̸h̸u̴m̶a̷n̷s̴ ̴a̸n̸d̷ ̶y̵o̴u̸r̴ ̷w̴a̴y̸ ̸o̶f̸ ̶a̶f̸f̷e̸c̴t̶i̵o̵n̶.̶" He comments.

I ignore him and brush myself off, ensuring that I was tidy enough to go meet the officers awaiting for me upstairs inside my office. 

I walk over to my dresser and grab a few mints off of it, quickly popping a few of them into my mouth as I checked myself over in the mirror.

I'll brush my teeth later. I shouldn't be gone for too long.

While I'm distracted, F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  walks over towards (Y/N) and looks down upon her sleeping form.

"Y̴o̸u̶ ̶k̶n̴o̸w̶ ̷s̸h̵e̴ ̷d̵o̶e̵s̶n̵'̸t̶ ̵l̴o̸v̴e̴ ̴y̴o̵u̷,̵ ̵r̶i̸g̶h̷t̶?̴" He says out of the blue, "S̷h̷e̵ ̸l̶o̸a̶t̴h̵e̴s̶ ̶y̵o̷u̶.̶ ̶H̸a̴t̷e̶s̴ ̸y̸o̷u̶ ̷f̷o̵r̵ ̴w̶h̷o̸ ̶y̴o̶u̴ ̷a̷r̴e̶.̵"

I stop what I'm doing and turn around to face him with a sneer. 

"You don't know that." I growl.

He tilts his head in a way that suggested he was challenging my statement.

"O̸h̴,̵ ̴b̸u̴t̵ ̶I̸ ̵d̶o̷ B̴a̸l̸d̶i̸.̴ ̷I̴ ̷s̴e̴e̴ ̸h̴e̶r̵ ̸d̶r̵e̷a̷m̵s̷.̸ ̷I̴ ̶k̸n̵o̷w̶ ̸w̷h̷a̵t̵ ̷s̷h̶e̸ ̴t̷r̵u̶l̴y̷ ̴w̴a̷n̷t̴s̷.̴" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  taunts, "S̸h̴e̴ ̷d̵o̴e̵s̷n̶'̷t̸ ̴w̶a̵n̶t̶ ̸y̶o̷u̶,̶ ̶s̶h̶e̸ ̶w̶a̶n̴t̴s̷ ̴r̴e̵v̶e̸n̵g̷e̷.̶R̶e̴v̴e̶n̴g̴e̶ ̶f̷o̶r̵ ̶e̵v̸e̷r̷y̸ ̸t̵e̷r̵r̵i̶b̴l̸e̶ ̵l̷i̵t̷t̶l̵e̶ ̸t̴h̷i̸n̷g̴ ̴y̸o̷u̷'̴v̴e̷ ̷d̸o̷n̴e̸ ̴t̷o̵ ̸h̷e̴r̶ ̶a̶n̶d̴ ̷t̵h̵e̶ ̷s̸t̸u̵d̸e̷n̸t̵s̷ ̵b̷e̵f̶o̶r̸e̶ ̷a̸n̷d̷ ̷a̵f̶t̴e̵r̶ ̵h̶e̶r̴.̶"

He pauses, chuckling.

"I̷t̷'̴s̷ ̵n̷o̷ ̷w̶o̸n̸d̶e̷r̴ ̵w̶h̶y̴ ̷s̷h̷e̶'̴s̵ ̵f̶a̷k̷i̴n̷g̸ ̴h̶e̴r̶ ̶w̴a̸y̸ ̷t̴o̴ ̵g̵e̶t̵ ̵o̴u̵t̸ ̷o̵f̷ ̶h̶e̵r̷e̸.̴"

I snap and slam my fist down onto the dresser, startling F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵ . He chuckles nervously as I advance onto him, grabbing him by the collar of his red shirt and lifting his projection up into the air. 

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I hiss. "She's not faking! I know she loves me. I know she does! I can feel it! She's-"

"E̶v̵e̶n̵ ̴i̸f̴ ̴t̶h̸a̵t̵ ̷w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶t̷r̵u̶e̸,̵ ̸y̵o̸u̷ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̵ ̶s̵h̷e̵'̶d̸ ̴n̸e̶v̶e̶r̵ ̷a̸c̷c̷e̵p̵t̴ ̷t̶h̵a̴t̵ ̶f̵a̷c̶t̸.̷ ̵S̴h̶e̸'̴d̷ ̸n̵e̵v̸e̶r̶ ̸a̸c̷c̵e̵p̴t̸ ̵y̶o̵u̵r̶ ̷l̸o̸v̶e̴ B̷a̴l̵d̵i̶.̴" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  smirks. 

I growl.

"Oh, but she will." I hiss as I toss his projection out of the room, "Faking or not, I'll force her. I'll force her to show her love to me, even if it means I'll have to revert back to my old ways, I'll do it."

~Time Skip~

"I'm sorry officers, but I don't know what to tell you. Neither the principal nor I have ever heard of this Ms. Levi/Kohl." I state frankly while sitting back behind my desk, "You're more than welcome to check our records, but I can assure you, you won't find anything pertaining a science teacher here by the name of Ms. Levi/Kohl; the last one that taught science here was a teacher by the name of Mrs. Teresa." 

The two officers in blue nod to my statement while the one sitting down in front of my desk takes down notes.

"Are you sure Mr. Baldi?" The female officer asks, "What about the child who claims to have known her and seen her here with you three days ago?" 

I perk up a curious eyebrow.

"That's preposterous, I'm the only teacher here teaching at Here school." I claim, "Which student told you this?"

The male officer with the thick black mustache sitting in the chair in front of my desk clears his throat and licks his chubby fingers to flip backwards through his notepad. 

"A boy named Player. Do you know of this particular student?" The male officer asks. 

My eyebrows raise with interest.

Fascinating, he still remembers her. 

This could prove to be a problem. I'll need to take care of him later.

"Yes I do, he's one of my students." I explain, "The boy is troubled, I'm not sure why, but he can be quite the storyteller at times."

"What do you mean by 'storyteller' Mr. Baldi?" The female officer asks. 

I sigh as I cup my hands in front of my desk.

"He likes to lie, tell stories to get attention, that sort of thing." I continue, "The Principal of the Thing and I have spoken to his parents about this many times, and have tried to correct the problem, but it appears nothing has changed with that boy." 

The officers hum in agreement, understanding and believing my lie over Player. 

"I see," The male officer replies. 

He pauses as he slowly gets up from his seat. I follow suit and extend out a hand for him to shake. He takes it and shakes my slender hand firmly with a smile. 

"Well, we're sorry to have disturbed you Mr. Baldi, I'm sure you got quite a handful of paperwork to do concerning the school's semester coming up." The male officer says, "We'll be in touch if anything comes up." 

"Oh, but of course officers." I smile back as I let go of his hand, "Although, I'm afraid that both of you won't quite remember anything after our little meeting here today." 

They both turn around and give me a puzzled look. 

"Oh? What makes you say that Mr. Baldi?" The male officer asks suspiciously.

I smirk as I raise up my right hand, aiming it at them with my two glowing red eyes.

"Because you're in my school. I control what is said and done around here." I chuckle.

Player's POV:

While leaning up against the green door of Mr. Baldi's office and listening in on his conversation with the police, I find myself growing mortified when I overhear both of the officers fall for Mr. Baldi's mind trap. 

"Now, since we're done here. I'd like for you both to forget this case concerning Ms. Levi's/Kohl's disappearance and never come back to this school again. Is that clear?" Mr. Baldi commands. 

"Yes sir. Sorry to be of disturbance." I overhear the female officer say, "We'll discard the case as soon as we get back to the station and never bother you again." 

"Good. Now get out of my sight." Mr. Baldi snarls. 

I overhear both of the officers hum in agreement and begin heading towards the door. To avoid myself from being seen, I hide against the wall next to where the door opens and flatten myself out as much as possible.

The two officers don't see me as they exit Mr. Baldi's office, and turn to leave just as quickly as they came, with now a faint red glowing in their eyes.

I feel my heart sink at the sight. I felt hopeless; crushed as I watched them walk away.

What has Mr. Baldi done to them? Are they really just going to give up on Ms. Levi/Kohl like that?!

"I̴'̸m̵ ̴a̶f̵r̶a̵i̷d̷ ̷s̵o̸ ̷k̸i̶d̸d̷o̴.̷" A familiar voice says within my head. 

Startled, I quickly dart my head around, looking for any signs of the familiar voice, only to find F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  floating and leaning against the wall directly behind me. 

Knowing that I had to remain silent since we were both so close to Mr. Baldi's office, I decide to talk in my head to communicate with him.

F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵.?What are you doing here? 

"I̸'̸m̶ ̷h̵e̵r̷e̵ ̵t̵o̶ ̵w̴a̶r̶n̸ ̶y̴o̴u̸ ̵k̶i̸d̶.̴ B̸a̶l̴d̸i̶ ̴k̵n̴o̴w̷s̴ ̸w̷h̶a̸t̶ ̶y̸o̶u̵ ̵d̶i̷d̵,̶ ̴a̶n̷d̶ ̵n̷o̸w̶ ̷h̷e̸'̷s̸ ̸c̶o̸m̸i̷n̵g̷ ̶f̴o̵r̸ ̷y̷o̶u̶.̴" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  says. "W̶h̵y̵ ̷d̴i̸d̵n̸'̴t̶ ̵y̷o̴u̶ ̷j̷u̸s̶t̷ ̷w̷a̷i̶t̴ ̷f̷o̴r̴ ̴m̸y̵ ̶s̷i̵g̶n̷a̶l̶?̸"

I frown. 

Why? WHY?! Seriously? Ms. Levi/Kohl is in trouble mister, and you said it yourself, we're running out of time! What was I suppose to do?! Sit here and wait?!

"Y̵e̴s̸!̶ ̸I̵ ̸h̵a̸d̴ ̴a̴ ̶p̸l̶a̸n̶!̶ ̶N̸o̴w̴ ̸t̸h̴a̴t̷ ̴p̶l̷a̵n̷ ̸i̴s̴ ̶r̶u̴i̷n̵e̸d̵ ̸b̶e̸c̸a̸u̵s̴e̸ ̶h̵e̸ ̶k̴n̷o̷w̴s̶ ̴y̵o̴u̵ ̸r̶e̷m̶e̸m̴b̸e̵r̵ ̸h̷e̷r̴!̷" He hisses. 

I flinch to his yelling and he sighs, rubbing his transparent head in frustration.

"N̸o̴w̸,̴ ̶I̴'̶m̴ ̶g̵o̶i̵n̸g̴ ̸t̶o̶ ̸h̸a̸v̵e̶ ̷t̴o̶ ̶t̵h̶i̷n̸k̴ ̸o̷f̵ ̷s̶o̴m̸e̷t̶h̸i̸n̶g̷ ̵e̵l̸s̶e̷,̵ ̸a̷n̴d̶ ̴y̶o̷u̶'̴r̶e̵ ̷g̴o̶i̶n̷g̷ ̵t̴o̸ ̶h̵a̷v̵e̴ ̸t̸o̷ ̸g̶o̷ ̴i̶n̸t̵o̵ ̵h̸i̴d̷i̸n̶g̷.̷" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  sighs.

My eyes widen.

Hiding?! What? Why? I want to help!

"Y̷o̵u̸'̷v̶e̴ ̴a̷l̷r̴e̸a̶d̵y̷ d̵o̷n̶e̷ ̵q̵u̵i̵t̷e̴ ̶e̸n̴o̶u̵g̵h̷ P̷l̷a̵y̵e̴r̶.̸" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  hisses. 

I flinch to his change in tone.

I-I'm sorry, I thought I could- 

"S̷a̸v̴e̷ ̵h̶e̷r̶?̷ ̸N̸o̴,̴ ̶c̶a̶l̵l̵i̸n̵g̴ ̵t̶h̷e̷ ̶c̵o̶p̶s̵ ̵a̸n̵d̴ ̶g̷i̵v̷i̸n̶g̸ ̸t̵h̴e̵m̶ ̵a̸n̵ ̴a̵n̸o̴n̵y̵m̸o̵u̵s̷ ̴t̷i̴p̵ ̶o̴n̵ ̷h̶e̵r̷ ̷w̶h̶e̷r̷e̴a̴b̷o̶u̸t̵s̴,̷ ̵i̷s̷ ̴n̸o̶t̸ ̷h̷e̸l̸p̶f̸u̶l̶ ̷a̶t̸ ̶a̶l̷l̷ ̵P̴l̵a̸y̶e̶r̴!̶" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  yells. "B̴a̴l̶d̷i̶'̴s̷ ̴s̴m̷a̶r̸t̴e̷r̵ ̶t̶h̸a̵n̴ ̷t̴h̶a̴t̶!̷"

I shrink and slightly cower in fear and guilt. I never meant for this to happen.

"No̶w̶ ̴a̴s̴ ̵I̴ ̵w̸a̸s̵ ̴s̸a̸y̵i̶n̸g̵,̶ y̴o̸u̴r̵ ̶d̴i̵s̴a̷p̴p̴e̷a̷r̴a̸n̸c̵e̵ ̷i̵s̵ ̸o̶n̴l̴y̴ ̴g̶o̵i̵n̵g̷ ̸t̶o̸ ̶b̶e̴ ̴f̷o̸r̴ ̴a̷ ̵l̶i̷t̶t̷l̸e̷ ̸w̷h̴i̷l̵e̴ ̴P̷l̴a̴y̵e̷r̸.̷ ̸A̴t̶ ̵l̸e̶a̴s̵t̴ ̵u̶n̷t̷i̷l̸ ̵I̷ ̵c̵a̸n̶ ̴g̸e̷t̵ ̸t̷h̷i̸n̴g̴s̷ t̷o̸ ̵c̷a̷l̸m̸ ̵d̶o̵w̶n̵ ̴t̵h̴a̵t̷ ̶i̸s̶.̶" He explains, "U̶n̸t̵i̵l̶ ̷t̴h̷e̵n̵, y̷o̴u̵'̶r̴e̷ ̴g̴o̵i̸n̷g̵ ̴t̷o̴ ̴h̶a̶v̸e̸ ̶t̴o̶ ̵l̴a̵y̶ ̵l̶o̵w̸ ̸a̸n̶d̶ ̷p̸r̷e̴t̵e̵n̵d̶ ̸t̴o̵ ̸b̶e̸ ̵s̷i̸c̴k̸ ̶f̵o̵r̷ ̵t̸h̷e̵ ̴n̷e̶x̴t̷ ̷f̴e̸w̵ ̸w̵e̴e̴k̴s̵.̸"

Few weeks?! Ms. Levi/Kohl will be-

"S̷h̸e̷'̶l̶l̸ ̷b̵e̷ ̴f̷i̶n̸e̸.̸ ̸Y̷o̵u̵ ̴o̵n̴ ̵t̷h̴e̴ ̴o̶t̷h̴e̷r̴ ̷h̶a̶n̶d̷ ̸w̶i̴l̷l̴ ̵n̷o̴t̷ ̶b̵e̷ ̶i̴f̴ ̶y̶o̵u̶ ̸s̴t̶a̷y̸ ̵h̸e̴r̷e̵ ̵a̷n̶y̴ ̶l̵o̶n̷g̴e̷r̵.̷" F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  growls.

I take a step back, frightened by his tone and threat.

W-what do you mean?

"P̷l̴a̸y̶e̴r̵,̸ ̵i̵f̷ ̴y̷o̷u̴ ̶d̶o̶n̵'̶t̸ ̵l̶e̶a̶v̶e̵ ̸t̷h̴i̵s̶ ̴s̵c̵h̴o̷o̸l̷ ̵r̴i̸g̷h̶t̵ ̶n̸o̴w̴,̵ ̵M̵r̶.̶ ̵B̷a̶l̵d̸i̵ ̴i̷s̴ ̶g̶o̶i̴n̷g̶ ̵t̸o̶ ̶h̵u̶n̷t̶ ̵y̶o̵u̴ ̷d̵o̸w̸n̷ ̶a̴n̵d̴ ̵k̸i̶l̵l̸ ̴y̶o̸u̷.̷ ̷D̶o̵ ̶y̸o̴u̶ ̶u̴n̶d̸e̵r̷s̵t̶a̴n̴d̷ ̷m̸e̸?̷" He pauses, glitching, "K̵̵̴̸̷̸̴I̷̷̶̶̷̴̵L̷̸̵̸̵̷̵L̶̵̵̴̸̷̸.̴̶̶̸̵̸̵ ̴̶̸̶̴̴̶Y̶̸̷̸̷̵̷O̷̸̷̶̶̶̴U̵̵̶̸̴̸̸.̷̵̶̵̴̶̷" 

I flinch to his glitching and take another step back.

B-but-

"N̸o̵ ̸b̴u̸t̶s̷,̶ ̸j̶u̶s̸t̶ ̴g̷o̷!̵" He demands, prior to scream glitching in my head, "G̸̶̵E̶̶̸T̷̸̵ ̴̵̴O̵̵̸U̷̶̷T̸̷̵ ̸̸̵W̶̸̴H̵̶̷I̸̸̴L̴̷̶E̸̵̴ ̷̷̴Y̷̸̵O̶̴̷U̴̶̶ ̶̸̸S̸̷̸T̴̵̴I̸̶̸L̸̷̶L̸̷̵ ̷̶̸C̶̸̷A̴̷̸N̴̴̴!̷̷̶"

Yelping in fear, I take off running down the hallway and away from F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵ ; bursting through the front doors the minute I see them. 

As much as I hate to admit it, F̴̶̷̸̸̴̷̷̵̶̴̸̴̶̸̶̵̷̷̶̴̴̸̸̷̵̵̴̶̷̶i̷̴̵̵̷̶̴̵̵̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̴̷̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̵̶̶̵l̸̶̷̴̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̶̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̸̸̷̴̴̵̴̴̴̸̸e̷̴̴̵̶̵̷̸̴̵̸̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̶̸̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̴̸̸̸n̴̵̸̸̴̶̵̶̴̵̴̴̵̴̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̷̸̸a̶̵̶̸̸̴̶̸̵̸̷̸̵̷̷̴̶̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̷̴̴m̵̶̸̸̵̷̸̶̶̸̸̴̵̴̴̸̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̵̸̴̶̶̴̴̵e̵̷̸̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̴̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̴2̷̶̴̸̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̷̴̵  was right, I had already done enough damage, and now not only was Ms. Levi's/Kohl's life in danger, but mine was too. 

Let's just hope I can skip the next few remaining weeks of summer school. Hopefully my parents won't mind if I do. 

Photo Credit: Goes to a Liberia car rental site, and while I would post a link, Wattpad doesn't like said link!

Author's Note: I'd like to give a forewarning for the next chapter. It will contain scenes of nudity and sex (lemon). If you're uncomfortable with either, please skip to the next chapter when it becomes readily available.