💄Cover's POV💄

"We run an Italian mafia."

Laughter started to fill my chest and before I can stop it I'm hunched over the stuffed bear almost in tears laughing over the ridiculous statement.

He has a blank face as he watches me taunt his story. Not a single bit of playfulness to his expression.

"You're not laughing?" I giggle slightly through my words.

"No I'm not Cover." He says sternly now looking up at me.

"Mason, I'm not sure I can believe you're in an Italian mafia. Just because your Italian doesn't mean you help run a mafia."

"Why would it be hard to believe?"

"Well because you're too nice to be?" My laughter fading away being replaced with curiosity. Now questioning the fact if it could he true. "And why would you tell me this after only a few weeks of talking?" I add.

"Everyone has the capability of being nice but they also have the capability of killing somebody." He says Completely avoiding my other statement.

"But you wouldn't..."

"But I have."

The room now feels cold, even the silk blanket and his warm hands couldn't keep my blood from draining from my body.

"I-" as I'm trying to speak it feels as though rocks are stuck in my throat and I can't seem to get them out no matter how many times I swallow.

"I-I need to find Dee." Finally spitting out the terrified words.

I can't seem to move though. All my mussels are locked together forcing me to stay sitting on the bed.

"Cover, I'm telling you this so you can trust me; not to scare you."

Now putting all the peices together, the mansion, money, never finding them on the internet, all of his excuses that he would text me.

"Mason please stop this stupid make believe shit." I say trying to convince myself none of this was real.

He gives me a faint smile as if it would put me at ease but it never does.

He reaches his hand out to me but before he touches me I smack his hand away "Don't touch me".

The smile fades away from his face and is replaced with hurt "I didn't think it would affect how you felt about me" He says as his eyebrows furrowed together.

I stand up and scoff "And how exactly do I feel about you hm? You think that one kiss means we're together?" I say to him out of anger.

I'm not actually angry at him, I don't know how to feel at this moment. He told me something huge and he expects me not to react.

He stands up and looks at me "Cover.. I thought we liked each other.." now it was his turn to be in disbelief.

"Mason, you're a criminal for God's sake!" I take a step back and he just takes a step forward.

"Cover, we've never been caught and we never will. That's just how powerful we are." He says.

"Is that an attempt to calm me? Jesus Mason. My dad is the chief of police, you think its gonna be easy for me to date someone like you?" As I say this his body grows still.

"...what?"

I take a deep breath to try and calm myself down "My father... he's a police officer" I say.

his eyebrows raised and he looks away "Shit" he cursed under his breath. "You can't tell him Cover.." he says looking back up at me.

I stared at him and then scoffed "Obviously I wouldn't tell him, it's not like I have a good relationship with him at the moment anyways".

"It's not like the local police could do anything about us anyways but still.. it would just be an unnecessary distraction to pay them off" he says, more to himself than to me.

Memories of all the moments and conversations we've had plays back in my head and I suddenly remember.

"Mr. Jefferson?"

"Excuse me?" Mason says almost offended.

"I told you about him and the next day he committed suicide, i-i always thought it was karma but you just said you can pay people off. Did you do something to him?!"

I would be lying if I said I've never wished anything bad on him but I just want him to feel how I felt.

(Warning this may contain triggering things for some readers)

"I don't want to lie to you Cover..." he says in almost a whisper.

"Well don't Mason."

"But if I tell you then you'll be even more upset and I never wanted that."

"Mason I will be upset either way its kind of hard to process that the guy you've been talking to for a few weeks suddenly tells you that he's in the mafia."

"I just wanted to start our relationship off with no lies and healthy- well as healthy as we can get it."

"Then tell me the truth." I says already knowing the answer.

His head falls slowly then he picks it back up and looks me directly in my eyes.

"I killed him." He says bluntly.

Even though I already knew what he was going to say his words took me back.

"Why?" I blurt.

"Cover you're asking me why?"

"Yes I'm asking you why. Tell me the reason you killed him."

"Well- because he's a rapist and we don't need another rapist running around." He says stumbling over his words as if he is trying to find the reason himself.

"So you kill him?"

"Yes I kill him. If you need to stop a problem you stop it from the source, right?" He says confused himself.

My head circles around trying to make of the whole situation. Part of me feels like I can't breathe; that I should just stay put to catch my breath and the other part makes me want to run out the room screaming for help.

I scoff at him and his remark. His face looks even more confused than before.

I should be happy... I think trying to reassure myself.

"Cover?" He says putting a hand on my face to wipe away tears I didn't even know was there.

"I know that this must be so hard to process and extremely scary but-"

"You're right it is scary." I spit the words harshly.

"It was also scary to go to school where everyone always assumed I'm a hoe due to false rumors, so they never believed when I spoke about Mr. Jefferson in the first place."

"You told someone before?"

"Yes but it's not like they believed me so if all they saw me as was a hoe that's what I became."

"-and home sucked so I couldn't just fake being sick." The words stay on my tongue. I want to tell him more but if I do my life as I know it will go downhill in a never ending therapeutic spiral.

No my life is already going downhill I'm just quite about it.

"Cover, I'm telling you this so you can trust me; not to scare you."

I should trust him.. right?

I give a slight sigh.

"My dad maybe the chief of police and care about the city but he doesn't care about me. My stepmother never fails to remind me of my real mom and how she would be disappointed in me."

"Can't you're mom see for herself that you're perfect the way you are?"

"Shes dead Mason."

"Dosen't mean she can't see that you're perfect." He says giving me a faint smile.

I nod at him to show I agree with him somewhat.

"And I never wanted him to die." My stomach turns just thinking about him.

"But-" mason goes to protest.

"I never wanted Mr. Jefferson to die. I wanted him to feel how I felt."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

A heavy weight lifts off of me. Not only my shoulders like all the movies say but my arms, legs, and stomach too. Although my chest still feels tight.

"I-I wanted him to feel like where ever he was people was watching him, knowing exactly what happened to him."

Unlike before I can feel the hot tears run down my face but I don't stop them.

It's like everytime I'm with him I cry but it feels so good to let out.

"I wanted him to feel like his body and his mind will never be his ever again."

The more I speak, the more I feel the weight lift off my body but my chest keeps tightening telling me to just shut up.

I don't listen.

"I need him to feel like he is disjointed from the world and himself. That his safety will never return and insanity sinks into him slowly making him do stupid shit to feel some sort of security."

"I needed him to feel like all of his worth was smashed away and all there was left is pain and memories of the times I could've fought back or did something instead of giving in."

Mason never says anything he just wraps me into his warm embrace and let's me sob into his arms.

He strokes my hair slightly blows in my face to cool it down.

"So just to be clear-" Mason says with a calming voice. "You definitely do not want me to kill your father and stepmom?"

In between sobs I give slight giggles.

"No." I say looking up at him.

He wipes the tears from my face as he scans my face.

"How long have you had to hold all of this in?" He questions.

He never stops stroking my hair nor pushes me away; he keeps me close.

"I'm not sure? My parents have been like this since my mom died. So around 6 years maybe-"

He somehow pulls me closer to him, sealing the space between us.

"The Mr. Jefferson thing started in junior year." I finish.

Looking over at the blanket on the bed and the stuffed bear now on the floor my empathy finally catches up with me.

"I'm sorry I treated you so badly when you told me you're secret."

Finally letting go of me he grabs the blanket and wraps it around me once more.

My legs are still slightly buckled and my heart still races but I can now feel his warmth again.

As he fixed my hair so that the blanket doesn't pull on it he opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it.

"What?" I say.

He gives a smirk "I know you wasn't going to take the news lightly, but I'm so glad that I told you."

"Me too."

"Sit." He gestures to the bed.

Following is command like earlier I sit down.

He takes off the slippers and put my shoes on just as gently as before.

"We should probably leave and go back downstairs to prepare for dinner."

I stand up and he wipes my face for left over makeup smudges.

"I know that we may not be in a relationship and I'm sure you're not ready right now, but I really like you and I hope that we could someday be something more." He says taking my hand in his.

"I also hope that I'm not the only one but I feel like this conversation made us stronger and I'm so thankful that you opened up to me."

He clears his voice and fixes the collar of his shirt. "Uh let's open this door so uh-"

"Just open it you awkward bitch." I laugh opening the door for him.

My chest tightness as I see what's on the other side.

Delaney stands in front of us with tears in her eyes and her hand on her mouth like she has been trying to cover the sobs.

"How much have you heard Dee?" I ask.

"All of it."

(A/N: welp I'm sending Cover to therapy :)

Also for anyone who has been through SA or knows someone who has, you're not alone and feel free to text me <3 this also goes for anyone in an abusive relationship/household but I also encourage you to see a professional therapist

I love you all and sorry for the wait for this chaper <3 <3 <3)