The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

✨32 ~ This Chapter Was Hardest To Write Hands Down✨

COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT AN UPDATE YESTERDAY IM SO SORRY

i finally found an alex song vfhuejdbfhn

teh chorus was basically written by him

also this is my fav chapter ever istg some of its so funny it's angsty it's fluffy it just *chefs kiss*

John's POV

I didn't know where else to go. I know I had decided not to tell Peggy about this, but I had to. I didn't know who else to turn to right now.

I take a deep breath and knock on her door. It was slightly raining, (how fitting) and I felt absolutely stupid. I couldn't even see what was going on in front of my eyes.

Peggy opens the door and seems shocked to see me there. She frowns at me, and looks me slowly up and down.

"You look depressed."

"Thank you for that Peggy... But, I um... have to tell you something." I sigh slightly, "A lot of things..."

time skip brought to u by my crippling depression lol

"Wow I um... that's a lot. So it was fake?"

"Yeah I suppose... You can't tell anyone!"

"Of course I won't! You can trust me."

"And you're not pissed?"

"No! Why would I be? You deserve your secrets! But there is a lot to take in here. With Francis... and Alex, and now Eliza. I can't believe my sister would do that..."

"Yeah well..." I sigh and look down. Peggy ran her hand through my hair, and I look up at her. I had my head in her lap, you know, like besties do, and was full on ranting to her, so she probably has an extremely biased version of this. "I trusted him, you know... and it just hurts."

"It sounds like you really like him, huh?" She says.

I hum nonchalantly in response, unsure of what else to say.

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"Francis! Francis please! Francis!" I scream out, desperately banging on the door with my first. Tears stream down my face as I desperately try to unlock the door, but of course, Francis has locked it. From the outside.

Locked me in the closet, how ironic. However I was not seeing the irony right now. I hate small spaces. Claustrophobia, whatever, call it what you will, but it scares the shit out of me. And it's dark. I fucking hate the dark.

"Francis please, let me out!" I cry again, "Please, please!"

But there's no use trying to reason with a monster.

"Francis! Don't do this!" I sob, my hands shaking as I try the door handle again. I can feel my chest going tight, and I start to struggle to breathe.

"Aw, Johnny, baby, you know why I had to do this." I can hear him say calmly and slowly, the malice in his voice creeping through.

"Please, let me out! I swear Francis, just please!" My breaths are going all flighty now, and I try to take deep, panicky breaths. I hit the door with my palms, squeezing my eyes shut tight.

"You weren't listening to me, you weren't doing as I told you. It hurts me when you do that." The last sentence sounds like a threat.

"Please, Francis! Let me out, please God Francis, just let me out!" I plead to him, hearing my voice waver as I wipe the tears roughly from my face.