Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Bonds to be broken

I rubbed the sweet smelling conditioner into my hair and sighed, sinking into the warm water of the bath I had ran. I needed to pamper myself today, it was the only time I actually had room to breathe and think for myself. I relaxed, unaware of the sudden feeling of distress I was about to feel in the next hour.

I stood up and dried off, changing into a pair of joggers and a random shirt.

"Y/n, sweetie, I made you some noodles." Danny's voice echoed through the house. "Ok, I'll be down in a minute." I put on some fluffy socks and tossed my wet towels into the wash hamper. I trotted down the hallway and down the stairs. "Thanks." I gave him a warm thankful smile. "You're welcome." He was nose deep in his book again, jotting down a new article. Weird... we killed that guy a while ago, oh well maybe he's drafting.

Today we send out search parties for Aaron Winnipeg. The 28 year old went missing last night around 5pm. Police are baffled as to how he could've disappeared in such a short time window, he was previously working, claims Brian Kiln.

I swallowed as I overheard the news. "Danny." I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "Yes?" He looked up from writing, clicking his pen. "What did you do?!" I shook. "What do you mean?!" He quivered. "Aaron is missing! That's what you were doing? You went out back and killed him? He was engaged for christ's sake!" I pointed an outraged finger towards the screen where Minerva, his heartbroken fiancée, spoke on the news. He started to realise, I saw his face change. But it went back to being cold swiftly. "You killed him! Why?" I sobbed, standing up and dismissing the hot food on the table. "He wanted you!" He cried, too, just as loud. "I hate you!" I screamed. "No!" Danny retaliated, hurt. "YES!" I stormed off to my room. How could he?

I slammed my door and whimpered, mourning the death of my close friend. I clenched the fabric over my chest and locked the door, throwing myself onto the unmade bed, still as Danny and I left it this morning. I grabbed the painkillers and took two to soothe my headache. I breathed shakily and fiddled with my thumbs.

"Y/n..."

"Y/n please! Darling please I can explain!"

"What! What do you want?" I stood up and walked to the door to hear him better, still keeping it shut. I couldn't even look at him. "Aaron left his sister to die! His sister was the blondie, short hair! Y'know the one whose photo you were fascinated with? You wondered why she was so familiar, her eyes, I think... now you know." I knew who he was on about. "For god's sake Y/n... I thought we were in this together. We kill because it's in our nature. People who hurt us shouldn't get away with it!" His voice cracked and he was audibly crying. "What did they do, Danny? What did they do to you!" I pounded on the door in fury. Quiet. Footsteps disappeared down the hall, slowly but definitely there.

Whatever.

Five Days later.
TW: animal abuse.

I scrolled down the front page of June's facebook. Felt like such an old lady thing to do. A certain post caught my attention. 'jacob is an angel we lost him to soon' In horrible grammar, sounds like her, followed by flower emojis and sad faces. God I hated her. Her bleached hair was like some dude's leg hair, stringy with bald patches. Girl, sort yourself out.

I groaned as I never noticed the door behind me open. "Hey, I'm going out to work." Danny came to stand beside me. I closed my tab on my computer. "Mhm." I turned to him, looking absentmindedly up at him. Danny and I had drifted... far. "Oh sweeten up a little, lemonade." He had started calling me that ever since he murdered Aaron. "Go, run along." I dismissed him, shooing him. I waited for what he always did before he left, I wasn't left waiting either. He placed a soft kiss atop my head. I wish I could've kissed him but I needed time to be out of it, to feel nothing. I'd kiss him if I could but I needed to mourn. On the contrary of all I had said to him, I could never hate him. Never. He shut my door and faint footsteps faded through the house.

1 message.

It was on instagram. Strange, people don't really message me on there. I clicked on the conversation, the username was 'user1278'. The message was a singular video, 23 seconds long. I clicked on it, squinting as, under a streetlight on what looked to be Lane 4 next to my work, a man relentlessly beat an animal. Was this a joke? I felt sick to my stomach as the camera zoomed in. The whimpers of this poor creature were covered by the panting of the person recording, a young girl. The camera had focused and the man who came into view was no other than Aaron. I clicked off the video, distraught.

What the hell?

Who is this?

How did you get that video?

Seen 14:02

I turned my computer off and punched my desk, hissing in anger. I stood up and kicked my chair over. Asshole. Why would Aaron do that? My mourning for him was replaced by hatred. I'd kill him if I could but... he's already dead. My knuckles stung as I left my room and jogged downstairs. I needed a distraction. Why not watch some good old fashioned TV?

Images of the video flickered through my head, I shivered and fixed my attention onto the tv. Ok. Chill out, you'll get your release. I promise.