Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Things that go Bump in the Night

Danny's POV-

I slipped on my shirt and tossed the dirty towels onto the heap of washing on the floor. Y/n seemed quiet but I thought nothing of it as she might've gone to sleep.

"Hey, I rented a movie-"

Y/n wasn't lounging on the couch or sitting on the chair reading... she wasn't doing anything but sitting, tied up in a lone dining chair from the sad little table I used to eat at. "Hello, Danny."

June had a knife to Y/n's throat, smirking as her hostage gave a drowsy and desperate look to me. It was so dark that I barely noticed the blood trickling down the side of her face. Her eyes stared into mine, a pain I had never seen before. It was like she was dying but it wasn't like all of the victims. Her eyes weren't just pleading, they were admiring... in a strange way. She was begging for her life but with the pure love and admiration she had for me. My heart was pounding and a growl ripped from my chest.

"Henry! Henry you can't just do that! I work all day, and when I come home all you give me is shit, shit and more shit! I'm sick of you!" Mother turned away, leaning over the counter, her head in her hands. I clung to the doorframe, they were being too loud. I wish they'd just go to bed but they never stop. I would fight back but I was far too afraid of dad...

"I'm going, and I'm taking Daniel with me!"
She hissed, kicking over a few beer bottles in anger. That's when he seemed to see her. That's when the air in front of him finally transformed into my mother's form. A scowl made its way onto his face and he stood up, silently. From what I could see he grabbed something from a drawer. Mother kept arguing and she was on a rant before long.

Dad turned to her and she went quiet... quick. "NO! NO! PUT  THAT DOWN! PLEASE! WHAT ABOUT DAN-"

Bang.

Not her... not Y/n. No.

"What's wrong, June?" It was like a lever, deep inside my brain switched and got jammed in place. There was no stopping. All hell was loose now.

"With all that makeup, that bleached blonde hair and your barbie doll body, you still don't have my attention. It's pathetic isn't it?" A fire spread to my head in seconds and I would happily get stabbed and still do what I could to help my restraint lover. Her emerald eyes widened and she shuffled in stance, uncomfortably. "What am I missing? Why not me? You're not innocent either. You see people die all the time, you cause it too! So why does it matter if I kill her and we... just be happy together. Forever." She took slow steps away from Y/n, pointing the knife at me instead. "You have nothing that she has! You're just like me, yes! But only in the murderous way. And that's just about it. You're not even human, not even remotely human, June! I'm pretty fucked up but you... you're just disgusting!" I was yelling. Fear washed over her face, but it was soon replaced with fury. "If I can't have you then you don't deserve to live."

Closer, closer...

The knife was pressed to my throat, the metal getting warmer as it was pressed to the skin. I looked her in the eyes and something seemed to break.

A sob. Her hand shook and the knife trembled too. "Fuck. Why? Why can't this just be easy." Her mascara created inky lines down her face as she cried. I was ready for anything. I didn't know what to do for once. Wow, this was new. This is this the end... I never wanted to die like this. My eyes shut, tight, I didn't want the last thing I saw while living to be the horrified look on Y/n's face as I went. I didn't want to die. Not without holding her.

The pressure on my neck was released and I opened my eyes, praying to whatever fucker's up in the sky that she wasn't anywhere near Y/n. I was surprised to see June, perfectly calm, knife at her side.

"Yeah... I'm ok. How about we just pretend this never happened and I leave. I'll never see you again. It's ok." She was awfully serene, delusional even. Like she was intoxicated.

The room was silent. I glanced over to Y/n as I hadn't in a quick minute to see her asleep, peacefully. I tried to tell myself that she was dreaming of soft, healthy kittens but I couldn't help but be educated on the actual reason she was unconscious. "I'll just... go."

Her long blonde bob bounced as she turned around, I let out a quick, inaudible breath.

I rested for a moment and as soon as I opened my eyes she was charging at me. "Shit!" The knife slid over my bicep and I felt the unfamiliar sting of the wound. Being stabbed sucks. Wasn't worth knowing now I guess. I gripped her and she tackled me. She took every opportunity to swing at me and missed thrice. I let out an unheavenly howl as I gripped her wrist, hard. She yelped and I managed to get the knife myself. Quickly, reacting before her shock could cool down, I jabbed away at her stomach. I felt nothing but anger. Like another victim... just personal.

The wounded girl fled, not very far though as she lost consciousness and probably her life too just outside of my apartment.

Nothing else mattered, I freed Y/n, briefly examining her injuries. She was still asleep like a baby. I was gonna have to carry her out to her car through the fire exit staircase. Lord, I felt horrible knowing I couldn't take her to the hospital with all this shit. Reality hit like a brick on a swing, someone was gonna see the dying girl outside of my room. As if responding to my thought, a petrified screech rung out through the building. Of course it had to be her.

Sweet Madeleine, please forgive me.

Madeleine's POV-

Something was off. That was a woman's noises of anguish. Coming from down the hall. Daniel's room.

I stumbled out of my room and there lay a girl! She was well-dressed and bloodied. I rushed to her with eyes of concern and held her, as if she was no stranger.

"Daniel! Get out here!" I wailed, face ablaze yet wet with tears.

"Danny... Jed.. he..."

"DANIEL!" He never responded.

"No... he... he did this. Jed. Danny! Daniel.."

Who's Jed?

He did this? I always knew something was wrong with him.

The girl weakly slipped out a business card. 'Novak Industries' It had a phone number. This wasn't hers, it seemed to be her father's. Mikaelo Novak. She died in my arms... a gut-wrenching feeling and I tucked the card into my pocket, my body feeling icy. Poor girl. "May God be with you." I propped her up against the wall and retreated fearfully back to my apartment, immediately dialling 911.