Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Jealousy

Danny's POV

This infant minded imbecile thinks he has a chance with her?

Haha, no.

She's too precious for him, he'd just use her. She's too valuable.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you... I just ran." Sobbing came from behind a bin out back. I peered to see a crying Aaron, his shaky hand held a cigarette limply. In his other hand was a picture of Olivia. I knew I recognised his irritating face, he was the one that got away. Coward left his sister to die. His bottom lip quivered as he snuffed his cancer stick against the brick wall behind him. Now I had to strike.

I snuck up behind the oblivious boy and used my elbow to lock his head in place. I squeezed as he squirmed and gasped desperately for air. I squeezed until an audible crack echoed through the damp alley. Silence. I slowly lowered him to the ground and tucked the photo he held into the back of his jeans. I lifted him from the ground with ease, the guy wasn't too hunky. I opened the door of the bin and frowned as I caught a whiff. I flung his lifeless corpse into the container and left the scene. Mission accomplished.

Y/n's POV-

I sighed as I almost fell asleep, waiting for Danny to return. "Hey honey... you look like you need a hand." Some husky voice slurred and I glared up in disgust at some guy, he looked filthy. "I'm ok." I was wide awake, realising the risk as I observed that the bar had emptied drastically. "Oh sugarrr. Hush." His dirty hand came to touch my face. I jolted back. "Fuck off." I warned him. "Don't get frisky with me." He snarled. "Back off! Brian!" I cried as the man lifted up the trapdoor to the bar. "BRIAN!" My hand shuffled and desperately searched for a weapon. No response. I grasped onto the handle of a bottle, heavy. Good. Seemed full. "Don't touch me! BRIANNN!" I started to tear up. I brought the bottle up and over his head, him tumbling to the floor. The sticky liquid drenching me. "Brian?" I stumbled through the door to see his empty office, the door wide open. Where could he have gone? I looked around for a mere second and behind me, back into the bar, no one noticed, they were all wasted.

I yelped as my ankle was grabbed. With my other leg I stomped on his hands. He hissed and I sped out into the alley. "Help! Ow!" I walked warily backwards, stumbling as I eventually hit something. This was it. "Y/n?" Danny's voice came from behind me. "Danny! Help me please! He wants to hu-" The man used the remains of the bottle to slash my thigh. A bitter howl left my throat. I pushed the man away and slipped, my head hitting the concrete.

A squeaky sound rung through my ears as I squinted, whimpering. "Oh... oh god." I put my head down on my arm as muffled sounds of a scuffle came from beside me. My phone rang. I groaned and took it from my back pocket. I answered without even looking at the name. "Y/n! What's happening! Someone locked me in the bathroom." Brian's shouting through the phone made my headache worse. "I-I-"

Black.

Ow. That stings.

I shot up and my eyes instantly went to the source of the pain, bad idea. The world spun. My thigh. "Shhh, you're gonna hurt yourself." Danny scolded lightly. I registered that we were in my kitchen, the only light being the candle my sister had gifted me on the counter.
He had a rag full of strong smelling stuff, it was stained red, he put it on the side and lifted my thigh. I wasn't wearing any pants anymore and I decided I had to deal with it, he wasn't gonna fix my leg when I was in jeans was he? He wrapped the wound tightly and smiled up at me. "It's not that deep and he missed your artery, luckily. It's sterile." "You know a lot about caring for someone despite being a murderer." I joked. "Water." I coughed a little. "Ok, do you want a painkiller sweetie?" I nodded, slowly but getting my message across.

I threw the small pill back and swallowed some water with it. "Good, you'll be ok soon. Let's get you to bed." I was still doused in liquor, gross. God I need showers so often now, huh? "Yes please." I let him lift me up. He carried me bridal style upstairs. It had me thinking, did I want to marry him? Everything about it made me happy. I think I did, but I was incoherent. "If you feel like you're gonna throw up, tell me, the last thing we want is you being concussed." I pushed my bedroom door handle down for him and opened it since his hands were full. "I-" "Shhh you need sleep, come on, go to sleep." "What about Brian?" I looked up at him. "Your boss? He's fine, now sleep." He stated bluntly. "What about Aaron?"

"He's just fine."

Morning

Monday was never fun. Ever. "Uughhh." I couldn't go to work like this. My head was pounding like a drum. "Hey? You alright." Danny sat up and held me up a bit. "My head hurts." My neck felt strained slightly as I looked around. "You're not working today. You need rest."