Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Message number three

The tapping of the keyboard beneath my fingers was the only sound in the office apart from Danny rearranging his overly neat bookshelf.

"Lord, do you ever quit?" I snickered, my fingers halting for the first time in what felt like hours. "Sometimes but it's been getting on my nerves for days now." His hands returned to his sides as he directed his attention back to me. "Well, you only have..." Danny paused, looking to the time on the open laptop screen. "15 minutes left until we can go home so why not finish the article up and let me read your work, which, I assume will be just as good as the last. No pressure." He added shortly at the end, shooting me one of his signature smirks. However, I wasn't timorous at this, of all things instead I was actually pretty optimistic. I was on 589 words and all I needed for satisfaction was to reach 600.

I added on some lines about how the artwork was unique and whatnot. I had finished off a long sentence and my eyes glanced down to the word count. There! It was perfect. "Et voilà." I laid back in my chair, slightly rotating to face him. "Great! I'm itching to read it." He perched onto his chair and moved the screen towards himself, inspecting it like it was a jewel, smiling too.

"And it's ready for printing." He sent it down to the printing office, clicking thrice. "I underestimate your intel sometimes, Y/n." His eyes were glazed over with love, not for just my work but me. "Thanks." I sarcastically jerked out of his powerful gaze. "No, silly-"

"Hey. You two need to leave, we shut down early on Wednesdays and Fridays." June's monotonous barbie voice echoed through the room. "Don't educate me on my workplace. I know when we shut and, in fact, we were about to leave." June seemed angry at him reassuring her of his authority over her and quickly snapped back.

"Well let's just wait for this one to magically disappear, too. Everyone around you seems to disappear, Jed." She seethed, making clear emphasis on 'Jed'. What most offended me was the starting sentence. I looked up to Danny, baffled. I made a sort of 'what?' face. His eyes flickered over my shocked face and he looked back to a gleeful June. "Speechless? Good. It's best pretty little Y/n here doesn't inquire." The words were painted red, but not from the rouge tint on her lips, but from the pure hatred they dripped with. It's like they emerged from her throat doused in acid, wasn't the bodily type either.

"Go."

She had won. And she sauntered out to the door, turning and giving us one last grimace before leaving for her light blue ford focus, matching the colour of her eyeshadow. God, I hated her. I will bring up the issue about her camera with Danny later but firstly, I'll bring up the issue at hand.

"What did she mean?" I crossed my arms over my chest, staring up into his eyes. "I... I don't get how she would know." He was in a world of his own, talking quietly. "What? Know what?!" I raised my voice, bitterly. "She knows about the murders!" He whisper-yelled. "I know." I sighed. "What? How? For how long?" "I'll explain later but how does that have anything to do with what she said?" I huffed, gripping at my hair. "Because she's read my 'schedule' book." I was all-too familiar with it, the red cover... "Oh." I stayed quiet to not cause any more of an uproar of confusion. "I was supposed to kill you, you know? But what else does she know?" He panicked. "We'll sort it, I promise but what did she mean about the everyone situation... is this why nobody likes to be around here? In this gazette?" I finally understood why no one ever came around this street. It probably has a bad history of missing people. I wouldn't either if I was someone else. "Well tell me how you knew! How did you find it out?" He grasped my shoulders, firmly. "Calm down, I have it all under control but we need to get home." I hushed him, feeling weird being dominant in the scenario.

At home

The car ride was quiet and tense, none of us speaking and me looking a little too intently at the rearview at times, to make sure we had no one following us. Like we were criminals... because we were.

We got out of the car and I locked it, walking to my door, I had never been just this scared in broad daylight, it felt foreign. We stepped inside of my house, feeling safer than ever as I closed and locked the door. "I need an explanation." Danny appeared behind me, ruffling his hair nervously. "The camera, she took pictures of you, she's stalking you." I blurted, he would've looked at me as if I was crazy if I wasn't the only piece of thread he could rely on. His eyes widened. "What?" His voice quietened. "Yes. June's obsessed with you." I nodded, wishing it all was a bad dream. "What if she knows we're here?" Danny was like a scared dog, relying on me for support. "Two on one." I raised a brow. "She'd be dead." "Well then she already is. Let's kill her." His personality seemed to restore and Jed's rational self faded away with the pull of a simple smirk. "Sure, but let's play this smart, ok?" "Ok."

Watch your back.

My phone pinged. Oh lord.