Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Mine

It was time for work, dark outside at 6 as usual. I changed into a teal blouse. The dark grey jeans I wore with it worked with the outfit and, for shoes, I chose some Doc Martens which could compliment just about every outfit. I wore a simple black overcoat, it was in the style of a blazer and reached to the middle of my thighs, of course I was going to remove it at work but it was cold outside.

I looked mediocre but what more would I want working as a bartender. I packed the small tote bag I was bringing with various chocolate bars and two bottles of juice. Danny didn't talk to me and to be frank I didn't feel too great about hurting him like that. He was just on the couch, lying down in his Ghostface clothing (I assume he had work), sipping on orange juice while watching some talk show. I would go and talk to him but I had to be at work in 20 minutes and the drive there wasn't the shortest. I walked to my door and felt something holding me back from going.

Resistantly, I turned back to where Danny was in my living room. "See you soon, Dan." I smiled pitifully for the way I made him feel. "See you." He responded, a little sulky but still seeming happy enough.

Out in the parkway, I slipped into my car. I turned it on and started to drive, on and on until I reached my workplace. I sat still, in the carpark of my work. My peripheral started to blur, the tote bag transformed into a brown smudge in the corner of my eye and the lights in the dark parking lot turned into long white lines. I thought I had just zoned out but then I felt it. My eyes were tearing up and it felt as if a 500kg weight was atop my chest, although I sat upright, it felt like it was tied to me. The compressing feeling creeping around my ribcage and squeezing tight. 'Deep breaths' I told myself but all I could take in was a strangled squeal. Everything hit me all at once, like a brick. I sobbed, heaving my whole heart out.

What have I done?

Well, there goes my life.

Should I tell someone?

If I tell someone, the blame will be on me.

I mean, come on, he moved all of his stuff into the guest bedroom and is living comfortably in my home that I invited him into.

There's no way they'd call me something remotely close to innocent.

I clenched my bag in my hand, digging through it with another shaky hand for my juice. It felt like decades of suffering and choking before I managed to bring it to my mouth and open it. I took slow sips, hydrating my fuzzy mind. I felt like the life was draining out of me but unfortunately this is a thing I probably will go through commonly now since he came. The cool liquid eased my dry and scratchy throat, I tried desperately not to choke on it as I struggled for oxygen but I was successful. I closed the bottle again, opening my car window in a rush as I dropped the smoothie bottle and it went to god knows where. That was the least of my worries now though. The cold air hit my face from outside my car and it replenished me of my life pretty much. My breaths became longer as the feeling of death slowly faded away.

The oxygen was finally getting in properly and I took a sigh I wouldn't have been able to take mere moments ago. I sunk into my car seat and used the sleeve of my coat to wipe my tears and grabbed the woven bag from beside me and picked up the bottle from the floor. Before exiting my car, I ensured I closed the window before setting off to the employee entrance out back.

"Y/n! You're 10 minutes-" Brian was about to scold me as he and I had encountered each other in the cloakroom. "Oh dear, you look like a ghost." The older man furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, wasn't too good of a ride, traffic." I made up an excuse and he seemed to buy it. "I know how you feel, anyway Aaron's taking care of your shift for now, his break started three minutes ago so I doubt he'd beat you up about it." Brian stretched before going over to his office area and sitting down. I took my bag off and put it in my locker on the floor and placed my coat on a hook. Time to get out there. I closed the metal door and walked out to the bar.

11pm

I was parked in my driveway, happy to be home. The colours of joy I experienced quickly drained from my mind as I remembered who was going to greet me. After the whole event in the parking lot, I was not looking forward to seeing him. I grabbed all my things and left the car, turning it off and locking it.

I opened my front door on autopilot and stepped inside. I was tired as hell, but I got a certain rush realising that Danny was sleeping in his uniform, after a day of... work. This was perfect. All I had to do was quickly pack my things and go. I don't care about the police; I can just skip towns, after all Mentetwin is tiny, drive until I see nothing I know of. I tiptoed upstairs in my docs, inefficiently but I didn't care. I needed out. I sped into my bedroom, I felt the rapid pulse in my neck from how rushed my actions were. I grabbed three cardigans, my phone and it's charger obviously, earphones, laptop, laptop charger and fluffy socks for the road. I also grabbed my wallet, putting all of these things in my bag. When I was done I made my way back downstairs.

Then I realised, shit... Danny had disappeared from his place on the couch. Where was he? I need to leave this instant. Not waiting for him to pop out out of nowhere like last time, I sprung off of my feet towards the door like a mad rabbit, jiggling the knob desperately and finding out that it was locked... what? Before I could turn around and try run, a gloved hand met my mouth and hushed me, keys dangling before me with the other. "Looking for these?" Danny teased me, emotionlessly and I thrashed desperately.

He wasn't having any of it, without warning, he threw me into the door, his demeanour completely flipping, spinning me around in the process so my back hit the door. I was met face to face with his mask. The hand which held my keys once now clutched a knife. "Why would you leave me?" He raised his voice. "You- you're not like everyone else! You're too pure. Too beautiful for them, they're harmful and tainted, they will never compare. You're mine!" He sounded as if he was going to cry, still having anger lace his words. What did he mean by 'his' was I just some sick obsession? "Talk to me! Do you not want to keep me anymore?" Danny dropped his knife, holding my shoulders firmly. "Danny... I- I don't know! Alright. I've never experienced someone being this invested in me and you- well you're different. It's hard to deal with sometimes!" I choked back tears, my throat stinging. "No. You can't leave me. I know I'm hard to deal with! I know! But please. You need to stay with me." He pleaded, his trembling hands moving down to mine. "But what if we go to jail, Danny? Then what?" I gave him a slice of reality. "We run, and we run." He explained. "We can't run from the law." A sigh left my lips. "Yes. Yes we can. Now sit. Unpack your things, chill out." He exhaled deeply and stepped back, yet again changing complete personas. "And don't try the back door, sweetie." He added as he snatched the keys and knife from the floor, walking back to his room and acting as if nothing had happened.