Werewolf Boyfriend: Dante 2 (special preview)

That night in the woods had caused a lot of fear inside you. You and your brother had always joked around about what you would do in the event you became embroiled in a horror movie plot. You both bragged about being brave, about not running upstairs, or going into the woods alone. That night, you had broken the cardinal horror movie rule and gone off alone. Not just any alone though! You had gone off alone in the woods, what should have been an instant death.

When you ran away from the werewolf, it should have given chase, but it didn’t. The fear that it existed somewhere out there, possibly even watching you, was like waiting for the ball to drop on April Fools Day. Someone was going to get you, somewhere, somehow, someway, you just didn’t know. You could never tell anyone about it, because what if that started off the horror movie? What if telling the secret caused the werewolf to go apeshit and kill everyone? Well, good job, you told the actual werewolf himself. Now, maybe, you’d be the only dead one.

As Dante looked down at you, his resting serial killer face looks even worse. You don’t know what to do, you feel sick and panicked all at the same time. Should you run? Should you yell for help? All these swarming, crawly things collided in your brain, so you broke down crying.

“Aw, geez-” Dante flinches. He whips around, already noticing people are looking your way. “Don’t cry! Come on, don’t-”

You’re blubbering, unable to make any sounds other than snotty sobs and whimpers. You can’t even move because it’s taking al your strength to stand and sob.

“I’m not going to hurt you!” Dante insists. “I just wanted to talk about it!”

It’s hard to stop once the works get going. Trying to talk only seems to make it worse. You’re trembling, and gratefully, Dante doesn’t make any attempts to touch or calm you down. He just stands there waiting.

“You scared me back then, I thought for sure I was going to have to run again.” He huffs. “I’m not going to do shit, I swear.”

You cough as you try to talk, sniveling pitifully. “Uh buh. You. Guh.”

“Calm down,” he sighs. “Deep breaths.”

You shake as you take that first deep breath, a few more and you’re able to stop sobbing. You’re still crying though.

“Here.” He takes a bandana from his back pocket and hands it to you. “Mop yourself up.”

You shakily take it, wiping your tears and snot away.

“Can you sit?” He motions to one of the picnic tables. Instead, you slide down the pole of the awning and sit down on the ground. Dante squats down so he is level with you. “Look, I’ms ure I don’t have to tell you how hard it is to making a living in this world. Try doing it with absolutely nothing to your name. No birth certificate, no social security card, nothing. I have been working my ass off trying to build a life, trying to survive here. You could be the thing that ruins it.”

“I suh-swear I won’t-won’t-” You hiccup hard, causing your frame to jolt.

Dante scoffs and rolls his eyes. “In three years you haven’t said a thing? You haven’t shown that video to anyone?”

You shake your head. “I huh-haven’t even sw-switched phones because of it.”

His brow furrows lower. “You’re joking?”

“No! This is a five! It sucks!” You wag the phone in his face. “But I was afraid as soon as I said anything to anyone you’d come out and rip my throat open.”

“I wouldn’t rip-” He scoffs and stands back up. “I am not, and would not, hurt you. I didn’t even do anything that night. I finished my job there and went on.”

You continue mopping up your face with his bandana. “I didn’t know that! How could I? I thought you were under every rock, in every shadow.”

Dante’s shoulders slouch. “Do you still believe in the monster under your bed?”