Mind Fucked

Flaky's P.O.V.

What the hell?! I thought he was nice. I thought he was the sweetest guy and not to mention the hottest guy in school but he turned out to be a complete psycho. He killed that guy with no remorse or sadness. The only feeling he was showing was enjoyment, rage and thrill. His face disgusts me. It saddens me to know that Flippy is on the loose. For god sakes he fucking murdered a man.

I got to my apartment complex and noticed that the apartment next to mine is occupied. It was empty in the morning. I wonder who might've moved in.

I walk up the stairs and see that monster but his face is not scary anymore. I don't see that crazed look in his eyes. He looks cheerful while moving the boxes inside the apartment. He walks up to me and I freeze up. I know I should be running and yelling for help at this point but I don't. I just stare at his happy go lucky face as he waves hi to me.

"Hey Flaky, I didn't know you live here." He says as he hugs me-gently?

I hesitate "Y-Yah, right n-next to you actually"

"That's great! I'm happy that a girl as pretty as you is my neighbor. I'm happy I'm not stuck with a cheek pinching granny" he makes a really cute, scared look. Why am I calling a murderer cute?

"Well, see you tomorrow, Flaky. I gotta finish unwrapping these boxes." He waved goodbye and went back to what he was doing.

I hurriedly opened my apartment door and slammed it. I fell to the ground and started to cry. There he goes again. He called me Flaky.

In the library he called me honey. He wasn't scary or looked crazy. He didn't threat me either. He is definitely trying to use reverse psychology on me. If not then why did he act all happy and cheery when we both know that he murdered a man four hours ago!

I didn't feel like sleeping. I mean who would sleep next to a murderer anyway? I raided my closet and looked for the sexiest dress I could find and put it on. I called my best friend Daisy and told her to pick me up but the only sound I heard out of her mouth on the phone were moans.

"I can't talk right now. Mm busy." She said while also giggling.

"She's too busy, Flaky. Veery busy" says her boyfriend and my best friend Handy. "Party, two blocks down from you."

"How did you know?" I asked in disbelief. Was I that easy to read?

"I have known you for how long now? We're talking tomorrow. You have something heavy on your mind I can smell it. Mm. Daisy. Yeah. Bye Flakes"

I hang up not wanting to hear what was about to unravel. I run to the bust stop in front of the apartments where the bus was about to leave me.

"Stop!" I yell loudly and I catch my breath and I get on the bus when it finally stopped.

"Thank you for waiting." I sat down on one of the seats that were not dirty.

I find the place Handy was talking about. Of course I get access. I wore this hot dress for something. I walk through the hall way full of druggies but stop to smoke some. I want to forget everything that has happened. I dance amongst the sweaty crowd when I feel a rock abs body up against mine. I give him a little lap dance before disappearing to the bar. I order two margaritas and four shots, for myself of course.

"Who knew you could dance like that, Flaky." I turn around while drinking the last margarita and the shots. "I see you can hold your liquor too."

Already in a drunken state I giggle and tilt my head up. "You were the one?"

"Guilty as charged I guess." Flippy says while shrugging cutely.

Now that I'm close up, I notice his distinct features. He has a black shirt that fits him perfectly making his abs show and also long black pants. I noticed that he got a red lip ring that makes his lips look even more delicious. I wonder how those lips of his taste like.

"What? Is there something on my face?" he fixes his hair and touches his face while raising an eyebrow.

I nod my head while giggling I tell him "Let me take it off." He nods and closes his eyes. I stand up slowly not wanting to fall to the floor on my ass. I stand up on my tippy toes and kiss him aggressively. It takes him some time to react but then he dominates the kiss pushing me against the bar table.

He whispers in my ear "Oh, Honey, I'm home." I tense up and stand there in shock. Why did he call me Honey? What? "You didn't forget me right, because that wouldn't be wise. Come. Follow me" I shake my head and cry a little. He pulls out a pocket knife and pushes it against my hip. I wince and he pushes it slightly deeper making me bleed. I nod before he could do anymore harm to my body.

"Good, you're listening." He drags me against my will through the back ally way until we get to a black Mercedes with a driver sitting in the front seat. He throws me inside then slides in the car. He puts on the seat belt on me. "Safety first, Honey. I don't want you to die. Death and torture are two very different things. Wilson, drive to the mansion NOW!"

"But sir" the driver gets cut off by Flippy's screaming. "I said NOW!" he throws the pocket knife to the front of the car which passed by Wilsons head. Wilson drives to the mansion without another word and I of course don't utter any of my opinions out lowed either. Right now I'm focused on getting out of this mess I got myself into. I'm scared out of my fucking mind!

We get to the mansion and he yanks me out of the car. We get in the mansion and the first thing I see is a corpse lying down on the floor. I shriek in fear but Flippy I guess doesn't give a shit because he doesn't do anything except grip my hand tighter and glare at me. I look at the corpse again and I see that the face is barely recognizable. There is skin around it which is shredded and his face is scratched all over.

"That is my father. He was a sad and pathetic man at heart. It's just that nobody noticed. Except me so I took care of his life." I gasped. He killed his own Father!

"I know what you're thinking. 'That's inhumane!', 'What a horrible creature', 'Monster!' But you know what, Flaky? I love it! I love the reactions you show! It fascinates me! Only your reactions satisfy me!" He grazes his fingers against my skin and moves his face closer to mine.

He makes a fake, saddening face "You poor child, you didn't know this was coming right? You probably think life is not on your side." He scratches my face with his sharp nails that I just noticed he had.

I scream in pain and grab a hold of my cheek. I am enraged right now. I don't want to be in this hell hole! All the liquor takes over my brain and gives me a lot of fucking confidence I didn't have before.

I speak in a sweet like tone "Me, the poor child? This is. What you did is pathetic and sad; and what you're doing to me is pathetic and sad. You didn't even have a reason. You just killed him for no actual reason!"

He screams his head off "I did have a reason! Uh! You don't know anything!"

"What do I not fucking know?!" I scream back at him.

"It's none of your business!" he gets a hold of me and leads me through a dark, narrow hallway. He throws me unto the cold, metal floor and ties me to the chains attached to the wall. "You don't know my pain and what I suffered. Not even the torture I'm going to give you matches the hell I lived in for seven-teen years!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE'S: I hope you liked it. I know that this story has not been updated for 2 years. Sorry, I just didn't feel like writing fan fictions anymore but for the last 2 years I have been writing a story I'm going to download on Watt pad. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, it's a website ( ) that you can publish your own stories or read other people's stories that they created. I am going to continue writing this series. I think its fucking awesome and I hope u think so too.