The Boy Brahms x Reader (English)

Chapter 12

The night wasn't very relaxing, but a lot better than the first.

I raise my head a little.
Fortunately, this time the doll is in the same place where I had placed it in the evening.
Relief rises in me.

I felt very uncomfortable with the doll that night, but I didn't want to leave her alone after what happened yesterday.

In order not to just lie idly in bed, I pull myself up, at least as best I can, and get up.  I adjust the covers and head straight to the bathroom.  I turn my gaze to the doll again before completely leaving the room.

Maybe I'm going crazy, but I'm sure something is wrong with the doll.
I was never the one to do or believe in spiritual things, but I trust my eyes and I know what I've seen.

Y / BFN is crazy about spiritual things.  She had a few books on the subject and told me a lot about it, even if I haven't really memorized it until today, but maybe I should talk to her about it, at least I know she wouldn't think I'm crazy outright.

I brush my teeth and wash my face before I get dressed and go downstairs in your kitchen.

When I get to the kitchen, my eyes fall directly on a plate with my favorite sandwich.  I look around confused.

Did I put that there last night?  I don't remember it, but maybe I pushed it aside.

I take the plate with the sandwich and sit down at the table.

I really have to admit that I feel lonely in this huge house, but I am not allowed to bring anyone into this house.  Only Malcom is allowed to come by here.

I don't know if to be mad at him for not telling me what was going on beforehand, but when I thought about it I probably would have thought he was kidding.

When I've finished my sandwich, I go straight back to my room to watch the doll when suddenly the phone starts ringing.  Maybe it's Y/NBF.

I walk to the phone and answer it, believing it's Y/NBF's turn.

From the listener, however, there is only a rustling and strange breathing to be heard.

"Hello?"

My nervousness can hardly be ignored.
The call ended as quickly as it started.

Who the fuck was that?
Has anyone got the number wrong?

Before long the phone starts ringing again.

I nervously pick up the phone and wait for someone to speak.

"Ms.  Y/LN?  This is Malcolm.  I recently wanted to apologize for this situation.  I should have told you that there is no real boy.  I would like to talk to you personally again. "

I do not know what to say.

"Ms. Y/LN? "

"Uhm okay.  When do you want to come over? "

I'm still a little puzzled that he wants to apologize to me, but why exactly does he want to?

"I would come over this afternoon if you can handle that."

Why not?  It sure feels good not to be alone in this huge house all day with a creepy doll.

"Yes, that's okay."

A smile spreads on my face and joy spreads inside me.