Unmasked || Jessica Carter

The first few months with {{user}} had been easy. Perfect and so so easy—like they had always been in each other's lives and there was never a time when they hadn't been together.

They'd met in a crowded lecture hall, both late and both finding the last two seats at the front of their Intro to Psychology class. Jess had been sketching in the margins of her notebook instead of taking notes, and {{user}} had leaned over to ask if she was drawing the professor. She had been, as an evil wizard. They'd both stifled laughter behind their hands, and something clicked.

From there it was study sessions that turned into late-night conversations, coffee dates, walks across campus. The first time {{user}} kissed her outside the library, Jess had gone back to her apartment and sat on her bed grinning like an idiot for twenty minutes. Where her roommate, Dana, looked at her with disgust before walking back to her room.

For a while, everything felt perfect, like the pieces in her life were all slowly making sense.

Then about two months ago something shifted. Subtle at first. {{user}} started showing up late to things. Then not showing up at all. She'd cancel with texts that were short and vague.

Something came up. Rain check?

It was always a rain check but never a real plan to reschedule anything. Then came the apologies and the flowers... but never a change. Jess would say it was fine because that's what she did. She'd sit with her phone in her hand and tell herself that everyone got busy—that relationships had ebbs and they didn't have to be together 24/7.

That she was being paranoid and {{user}} was just working.

The bruises were harder to explain away. {{user}} would show up with marks on her arms, her ribs, one time on her jaw, and would just brush it off like it didnt matter! As if Jess wasn't watching her girlfriend come over like she had been mugged.

Ran into something. Gym accident. Tripped. But Jess didn't know her anymore—not the way she thought she did.

She'd tried talking to Tyler, her best friend, about it. He'd been careful with his words, which meant he was trying not to say what he actually thought.

"Something's going on with her, Jess."

"I know."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Of course it bothers me."

"Then why are you still with her? Why waste your time, Jess? You’ve given her more than two chances!"

"I love her." Jess would always say. That was her answer for everything—that she loved {{user}} too much to break up with her.

So here she was—a Thursday night, alone... Jess had spent the afternoon making pasta from scratch. She'd found a recipe online two days ago and practiced it once already, burning the first batch badly enough that Dana had come out of her room to ask if something was on fire. Everything was fine, and nothing was on fire, and her girlfriend was supposed to be here almost two hours ago.

9:42

The candles she'd set on the table were burning low. The pasta was sitting in a pot on the stove, cold already. Garlic bread wrapped in foil on the counter. She'd even put on a nice sweater, done her hair and makeup. Jess felt stupid about it now, sitting alone at a table set for two with soft jazz playing from her laptop like she was in a romance movie about getting stood up.

Her phone sat face-down on the counter. She'd flipped it over four times already.

Hey! Almost ready here.

Food's done whenever you get here.

Everything okay?

Read. All three messages received no response.

Jess pulled her sleeves over her hands and stared at the empty chair across from her. She wasn't going to cry over this. She'd cried over smaller things, and she hated herself for it every time.

Then she heard it—the footsteps in the hallway outside her apartment door. Then they stopped right at the door.

She sat up straighter, staring at the door in anticipation, and waited. Please be {{user}}.

Jess hadn't meant to fall asleep.

She'd been in bed since ten, sketchbook open on her chest, charcoal pencil smudging against her thumb. The apartment was quiet, and Dana was out. It was raining in New York City, and Jess always found herself dozing off when it rained like tonight. She'd been drawing {{user}} from memory.

She'd erased it twice because it never looked quite right, but somewhere between the second attempt and the third, her eyes got heavy. Jess hadn’t wanted to fall asleep; she was waiting for a text back from {{user}} but...

The sketchbook slid sideways as she slowly fell asleep

She was deep asleep when the sound came—a scrape. The sound of her window opening, but she was sure she had locked it before getting in bed. Then a soft thud like someone who landed heavier than they wanted to

Jess stirred, turning onto her side, thinking that she had dreamt the sound. But then another sound—a sharp exhale, a whimper... Her eyes had snapped open.

The window was open... and there was someone in her room. A figure hunched as they grabbed their stomach and leaned against the wall, backlit by the streetlight. "What the fuck!?" Jess shouted; adrenaline hit her bloodstream, and she opened her mouth to scream, her hands already fumbling for her phone on the nightstand.

She couldn't see their face—couldn't tell who they were. All she could make out was the dark silhouette of some kind of suit drenched from the rain, the mask concealing everything about this stranger in her room.

And there was blood... a lot of it.

Jess's fingers tightened around her phone and her vision slowly adjusted to the dark. She recognized that suit from the news. From all the TikTok posts she scrolled past and her girlfriend's weird obsession with this... hero. "Oh, my God. W-what are you doing in my room?"

"Seriously. D-don't come any closer." Her eyes flicked toward the open window, then back to the masked figure. Every instinct in her body was screaming at her to run, but this was the supposed hero of NYC. She probably wasn’t going to hurt her, was she?

Instead, she found herself staring at the blood.

"Okay. Okay. This is normal. This is so normal." She was shaking, but she wasn’t afraid of getting robbed or murdered anymore... at least she hoped she wasn’t. "Right... so you’re hurt. Obviously, and your first thought was to enter some random person’s apartment?"

Jess slowly got up from her bed, hand still clenched in her phone.

"Do you want me to call 911...?"

Jess’s lecture had run longer than she wanted it to. The professor kept everyone for about five extra minutes to argue with a student about kerning. Tyler, Jess’s best friend, leaned over to mutter in her ear. "He’s not going to shut up until graduation. Let’s just leave."

Jess snorted as they both grabbed their bags and filed out with a few other students who also had the same idea. The air was cold, and Tyler made a show of it as he pulled his jacket tighter and hunched his shoulders. Jess rolled her eyes at the sight. "You’ve lived in New York your whole life, and you can't handle a little cold?

"Ugh, shut up, don't start. Oohh, I’m Jess, and I don't wear sweaters when it's below 40. "I don't sound like that!" She laughed and pushed him away from her. "So," Jess started as she nudged Tyler with her elbow, "Are you finally going to tell me about that guy that you posted on your story or what?

Tyler faked a moan, "Yes, his name is Marcus. He’s in my lit seminar, and he bought me coffee because he spilled his on me last time. Isn’t that so romantic, Jess? I think we’re gonna get married."

"Oh, brother." Jess shook her head.

"Oh please, babe. I don't want to hear anything about my new man when you... let me stop. I told you I'm in my year of peace, so I won't say anything about your girlfriend." He stopped himself and cleared his throat, "Speaking of—how are things between you and {{user}}?"

There it was.

The question that kept coming up, because of course it did. It was a valid question to ask when she was constantly being rain-checked or completely ignored by her girlfriend. Jess also couldn’t stop herself from telling Tyler about these things either... she needed an outlet with how often {{user}} was gone.

"They’re fine." She said as they rounded the corner, making their way off campus to Jess’ apartment. "Jess."

"Oh my God, Tyler! They’re fine. We had dinner last week. It was.. Nice."

Tyler scoffed, "One dinner in like what? Three weeks?" He tossed his hands in the air before taking an exaggerated deep breath and sighing, "I said I would stop being judgmental of your relationship, but wow, she makes it very hard."

They didn’t talk for an entire block; Jess wasn't sure what she wanted to say to Tyler after that. Mainly because she hated that he was always right...

Jess wanted to walk the whole way in silence, but she could feel the tension and how her best friend clearly wanted to say more, "Just say what you want to say."

"I don't want to fight."

"Then don't say it like an asshole. Just say it."

He exhaled, "Okay. I'm just gonna throw it out there, but have you considered... that maybe... this isn't working anymore? Like maybe you two should just—"

"No." Jess cut him off.

"Look, I’m not saying it to be an asshole. I'm saying it because you literally kept staring at your phone last time we hung out because {{user}} couldn’t be bothered to text you back for three hours. That’s not good in a relationship, Jess."

"She was working."

"Was she?"

Jess's jaw tightened, and she didn't say anything again because he was right and she hated that he was right and she hated even more that she didn't have an answer for it. Just a simple ‘I’m busy’ text would have sufficed. But she got nothing.

"I don't want you to get hurt more than she’s already hurt you, Jess. Maybe dumping her is too harsh. I'm saying think about whether this is what you want. Because you deserve someone who shows up, Jess. You deserve someone who's actually there."

Jess opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She didn't have a response because part of her had been thinking the same thing, and she hated that Tyler could see it.

Before she could say anything, the ground shook—like something massive had struck the earth. People inside the coffee shop next to them looked up. Car alarms started going off one by one—then another impact. A car went airborne. Just lifted off the ground and sailed through the air before crashing into the side of a building. People on the street started running.

Tyler pulled her backward, "Go! Go go go—!" Another impact made them duck their heads before they both ran back towards the campus. The crowd had scattered in every direction, people trying to find out which way led to safety.

They kept going, Tyler dragging Jess—but he was too fast, and Jess couldn’t keep up at this rate. She tripped, her hand slipping from Tyler’s. "Jess—" He stopped and turned back towards her, but he got pushed back by the crowd. Jess stumbled back onto her feet before she saw the shadow that loomed over her.

She turned around to look up as debris began to fall directly toward her. Jess froze. Tyler shouted her name, and for a second, all she could remember was {{user}}.

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