Rougarou Boyfriend: Faustin (special preview)

Faustin sighs. “I’m going to go make breakfast.” He replies. “Are you hungry?”

You look back at him, your vision blurry with tears. “What?” 

Faustin stands up. “If you need me just shout. The kitchen is right outside the door.” He glances you over again. You notice he’s freshly washed, his hair is still dripping and his white shirt has water on it. 

“You brought me here?” You hiccup. “Did you-” You remember the shape of the shadow in the doorway, it was hulking, hair, and terrifying. “Did you save me?”

Faustin is oddly quiet. “I usually make a croque monsieur on Wednesdays, is that ok?”

“Uh-” you flinch. 

Faustin leaves the room while you’re still bewildered and confused. You can’t piece together all your memories from last night, the terror you suffered has everything fragmented and weird. Not to mention that Faustin gave this nagging feeling you recognized him.

You stood up then walked to the door, you peeked out through the crack to watch Faustin as he cooked. In the light, he looked less ominous than he did in the diner. He was covered in dark body hair as well as scars. He has tons of them down his arms going in all directions. His long hair was tied back but loose strands were falling out around his face.

“Are you going to just stare?” He asks.

You jump but open the door a bit more. “Sorry I-”

Faustin looks at you, tucking his hair behind his ear. “It’s been a while since the Hollow, hasn’t it?”

You open your mouth to question him but as it hits you your mouth goes wider. You cup your hand over your face and point.

“In a million years I never thought you’d end up in the backwoods of Louisiana,” he replies cooly. He looks over the food he’s making. “I thought I’d seen the last of you ages ago.”

Ages ago, back when you were young, Faustin went to your school. He was a foster child of Mrs. Locklear. He had hung around with Jack and gotten into some trouble, so Mrs. Locklear had him sent away. You had once gotten lost in the woods and it was Faustin who led you out. He was brooding and scary, but you had been attracted to him all the same. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

Faustin smirks. “Remember me now?”

You lean against the doorframe. “I feel sick.”

Faustin leaves the stove and comes over to you, he braces his arm around you then leads you to a small table where you sit down. “I’ll get you some water.” He rubs your shoulders. “It’s ok.” He quickly dashes to the decrepit fridge and gives you a bottle of water. 

After a few sips you start to feel less woozy. All the stress is catching up to you and turning your gut to rot.

“You ok?” Faustin asks.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” you whisper. “Someone from back home like this.” You look up at him. “It’s been so long.”

Faustin’s smile is gentle and you can see where a scar cuts across his mouth. “Not every day your first kiss reappears.”