𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Yandere Pariston Hill

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Author: agent_cupcake (on ao3)

title was too long heres the original

I'd hate to hurt you, but it's for your own good. You know how dangerous other people can be. 

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You smiled to the receptionist, a tight, uncomfortable smile, as you left the building. Despite the painful pace of your heartbeat and the shakiness of your hands, she wished you a good day with a professional sort of kindness.

Neither her nor the security guard stopped you from leaving the air conditioned lobby. There was no thunderous sound of men rushing to restrain you or blaring sirens when your manicured hands pushed against the cold metal bar to open the door.

You hesitated. It hadn't been that long, Pariston probably still believed you were in the bathroom. If you went back now, maybe... He'd undoubtedly know you'd gone with the intent to escape, but he'd be kinder if you returned and apologized now instead of...

No. Shaking your head to clear it somewhat, you escaped into the sunny day, confidently turning right as if you had any sort of goal or destination in mind. Well, you attempted confidence. In truth, you felt jumpy and nervous, guilt and fear a heavy knot in your chest.

You walked without giving any thought to what you were doing or where you were going until your feet began to hurt from the pinch of your fancy shoes. You followed the crowd of people until you felt suffocated by the mass of bodies, overwhelmed at the feeling of being so isolated while in a crowd.

No, the crowd itself was making you feel isolated.

Every flash of blond hair made your heart drop, every glimpse of a suit that looked even somewhat familiar made your hands tremble. You saw him in everything, everywhere. Paranoid fear had your breath wheezing as reality set in and the truth of what you'd done hit you in full.

It hit you hard. Fear, guilt, and anger at yourself for being so stupid and impulsive. There was nothing you could do, nowhere you could go. This little escapade was just as pointless as anything else you'd ever attempted, and all it would do would hurt you in the end.

Without money, without a phone, without-

No, even with those things you'd still be unable to escape from Pariston's grip.

Stepping away from the foot traffic and into the small amount of shade offered by a nearby building, you all but doubled over as a familiar sick feeling consumed you. It was only a matter of time, right? Only a matter of time before Pariston found you again and then....

What would it be this time... the basement? Or would this be the thing to push him into finally hurting your friends? Once you'd been brave, you knew, but that was a fleeting memory from another life. All you could hope was that his mercy and that twisted emotion he called love would protect those who you cared about despite how carelessly you'd acted.

"Miss, are you alright?" someone asked, an unfamiliar feminine voice joined by the gentle feeling of a hand on your back. That unknown touch made you snap upright, regarding the caring woman who'd reached out with fearful eyes.

She stepped back, startled. Even still, concern was obvious on her face. Concern.

Could she not tell? Was it not obvious? Nobody, not the woman standing in front of you nor the millions of other people who lived in the city, could help you now. Nobody in the world could save you.

You swallowed hard, trying to choke down the lump in your throat and blink away the film of tears.

Your embarrassing behavior was drawing negative attention. He really hated it when you did that.