Ethan Winters x reader

Chapter 6: Family

"Welcome to the family heheheeee"
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'Uhhh my head'
I tried to move my hands to hold my head but couldn't move them. Slowly I opened my eyes and saw I was tied down. I looked up. There was 3 people in front of me. There was a grandma who looked like she could die at any moment. There was another woman who looked absolutely insane. Her hair was all over the place and her eye were bulging out of her head. She kept talking about her special meal that looked like absolute garbage.
'Maybe it is' I shivered looking at it.
There was also a man who looked to maybe be in his 20s maybe 30s. He was cackling and throwing food at me and Ethan.
'Ethan!' I mentally yelled.
I quickly turned my head to see him sitting there still unconscious. His head was hung low and his breathing was steady. The older man that punched us in the face was stapling Ethan's hand back to his arm.
'What the hell....why does it actually look like it's fine now?'
The older man saw me staring and stared to speak.
"Well well! Finally one of our guests are awake!"
He was almost done with Ethan's hand and as he put in the last three Ethan started to wake up.
"Y/n....Y/N"
His eyes shot open as he looked around for me. When he saw me he tried to move to come towards me but realised he was tied down.
"Where are we? What the hell" he shouted.
"Rise an shine sleepy head it's time for supper."
The crazy woman looked at Ethan after saying that.
'I don't want to eat this'
"Who are you people? Where's Mia?" I asked. I was afraid to ask loudly because they looked like they would snap at any moment.
The woman slapped her hand onto the table catching a fly then throwing it into her mouth and eating it. I cringed at her while she just stared into my eyes chewing it.
"Eat it, it's good" she said.
'I doubt that'
"Dumb son of a bitches wouldn't know good if it hit 'em!"
"Lucas!"
The man named Lucas threw a plate at Ethan when the woman yelled his name. Then the older man grabbed his arm and started to cut it off.
"Damn old man not again!"
'What? Not again?'
"Get out the way Marguerite"
I looked at Ethan trying to keep a straight face as the older man stalked towards us.
"You twos got to eat! They got to have their supper"
He walked to me.
"Come here girl. Let's do this, come on"
He grabbed a spoon of something that looked like an intestine. As soon as the spoon hit my mouth I spit it out.
'God what the fuck!'
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit- she's not eating it Jack! She's not eating it!"
"Shut the hell up, Marguerite!"
"I made that for them!"
"Get the hell outta here!"
"You're a son of a bitch!" Marguerite yelled at me as she stormed out.
"This was supposed to be a very special feast" he said holding the "food" up.
"Come here girl" he started to bring a knife towards my face.
I tried struggling against the restraints but couldn't get out. Ethan started yelling at him to stop but he didn't all the man said was "you're next".
He moved the knife closer to my face and shoved it in my mouth cutting it.
"Ahhhhh"
"Y/n!!! Stop doing that to her!"
He moved the knife out of my mouth and moved to Ethan. I was panting from the pain but ignored it and turned my head to look in Ethan's direction.
Ringing. There was a ringing. The man stopped and turned his head.
"Goddamn it I bet it's the cop again" Lucas said.
"Goddamn pigs! I'm coming back for you...the both of you"
He pointed at us before setting the knife down and walking out of the room. Ethan moved around before the chair fell over. He took his hand out of the restraints and ran over to me. He removed the rope and quickly grabbed my pulling me into his chest.
"Are...are you ok?"
His voice cracked a little so I looked up at him.
"Yeah, yeah I'm ok right now."
We stared at each other for a bit before remembering the situation we were in. I hugged him one last time. He caressed my (h/l) (h/c) hair and then we let go. We started looking around the living room when I saw a clock that was missing a piece in it. I took a mental note and walked around looking at the papers on the table and couch. The grandma continued to sit in her wheelchair not moving at just staring at us. We walked into the kitchen.
"At least this kitchen is a little cleaner"
I laughed at what he said remembering all the gross things he opened in the other kitchen. I walked into the room right by it and saw a hatch in the floor.
"Hey let's try this" but as soon as I said that I noticed a lock. I still tried but it wouldn't open.
"Ok there's a key somewhere for sure"
We walked out of the kitchen and dining room. I saw the garage and walking in. There was a box but I would need something sharp to open it. Then there was a box with tape over it but again I needed something sharp. We walked out and around the corner but then the older man turned the opposite corner. We both instantly turned and ran into the garage crouching. Jack walked past and into the dining room so we ran down the hall. I saw a key and picked it up. We turned to go back but the man broke through the wall.
"You think you could get away that easy?"
"Oh shi-"
He tried to hit us but we dodged and ran around. We went into the hole in the wall Ethan watching while I tried to open the hatch.
"Ahhh"
Ethan was grabbed by the man. The man raised a shovel and brought it down onto Ethan's leg. He kept moving it until he cut it off.
"OH MY GOD! ETHAN!"
I tried moving to him but the man shoved me.
"Now now y/n just watch"
"What?"
"Watch goddamn it!"
I stopped talking and watched. The man moved to the opposite end.
"You can use this to fix your leg. You can do it!"
Ethan grabbed his leg and crawled to the jar that the man set down. He grabbed the jar splashed the goop on his leg and attached it back.
"What the hell" I whispered.
Ethan stood up and Jack started coming at us again yelling,
"You! Better! Run! Here comes daddy!"
but I opened the hatch and jumped in with Ethan following me. The man said we won't get out alive but we ignored him and crawled forward picking up an antique coin along the way. I stood up when there was hole in the ground above me.
"The laundry room, good"
I got out and helped Ethan up. I held onto his hand and looked at him concerned.
"Is you leg ok?"
"Yeah it actually feels ok"
"Hm, ok"
I started to turn away to look around but he pulled me back and held me.
"Y/n I"
He paused thinking.
"I really appreciate you. Like really really appreciate you. I-I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you. Seeing you strapped to the chair made me snap. I-I couldn't stand seeing you in that situation and the fact that I couldn't help when that crazy bastard was putting a knife in your mouth made me so mad"
I looked at him still holding his hands.
"Hey look at me Ethan"
He moved his eyes to stare into mine.
"It's ok that you couldn't help me in that situation. Honestly I'm ok...and I should be the one concerned...you had your hand cut off and then your leg! How do you think I felt when I couldn't help you against Mia and that man"
"I know" he frowned. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this"
"Well if you didn't I still would have found a way to come. At least this way we are together so we don't have to go one on one with these people"
"Yeah I guess that's true"
I looked at him and kissed his cheek before moving away to look around the room.
Ethan's pov:
'Did she just kiss my cheek?'
I moved my hand to my cheek to touch it. I know I was blushing right now. I moved my hand away and looked around the room with y/n.
'I think I need to tell y/n how I've been feeling these past few years'
I sighed thinking about it but didn't know. I mean what if we don't get out alive and I never told her how I felt? I don't think I would feel ok dying with that on my conscious. But then what if she doesn't feel the same? I just-I just don't know.