This Love is Criminal

Over It

Author's Note: Small bits of smut

Y/N POV:

I wake up to a man sleeping in the chair.

"Hugo?"

He didn't respond.

"Jimmy."

He hopped up real quick.

"Oh my lord, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, don't be. Thanks for keeping me company last night."

"Y/N, I know what you told him. He told me this morning."

"If you have to fire me, I totally get it."

"Oh god, no. I would never fire anyone over something like that. I want you to know you can come to me for anything, alright?"

"Yes, Jimmy."

He smiles. 

"Get yourself dressed you have a bunch of other stories to get through. Hurry. Before he comes back."

I get into my regular clothes and I run out of the room. Where did Amy want me again? Oh yeah, the first floor. I walk into Room 112. I turn around to see Amy drinking something. She looks sick. I turn the ghost box on.

"Is it Amy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I saw you drinking something that looked to get you sick. What was it?"

"The boy told me it was medicine. It tasted horrible."

"Why was there a bunch of whiskey bottles in one of the rooms?"

"I don't know," she sounds like she's crying. "but children shouldn't drink alcohol."

"When you said the medicine tasted awful, does that have anything to do with the whiskey bottles?"

"Maybe.. He told me to keep drinking it. It was horrible. Then, I started to feel strange..."

I look down at the mirror and it shows me the stairwell. Looking down.

'Oh please, Amy. Don't be what I think it is...'

I run to the lift, keeping an eye out for Jimmy/Hugo. What was with him last night? God, is it bad for me to say I liked it? I hit the button to go to the third floor. I step out and go to the stairs. I see Amy looking down them and then stepping back. I run back to the lift. I hop in and press the G button. I run to the stairs. I go in and go up a few flights to the top. I open up my ghost box.

"Amy?"

"Hello."

"I saw you at the top of the stairs. What were you doing?"

"I felt really light. I really thought I could jump down to the bottom."

My mirror lights up and shows me a vision of falling through the flights of stairs. I turn off the box and run down the stairs. I stop at the bottom. I turn around and I instantly start gagging. There, lay Amy, dead on the stairs. The lights flick and her body is gone. 

"Amy?"

"Yes, it's Amy."

"I saw you lying at the bottom of the stairs. What happened to you?"

"I jumped and I couldn't make up. I can't wake up anymore. I don't know where I am."

Then, the ghost box stopped and something told me that Amy was gone. Something else could tell me that I'm so over this. I go to the main lobby. 

"Y/N?"

I run to Jimmy, who was behind the front desk.

"What happened? Did you finish Amy's story?"

"Yes. I'm gonna be sick." I run to the back room and throw up in the bathroom.  

"Y/N? Here. This will make you feel better."

He handed me a cup of lemonade (Sprite). 

"Here let me.."

We both hear the bell ring at the front desk. We look at each other. He gives me a worried look. I lay down on the couch and he says, "I'll be right back, Miss."

He goes up front. I can hear him arguing.

"Maya? What in the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here to say I've brought you someone to help."

"I already have somebody who's helping."

"Oh yeah, who's that?"

"I'm not telling you. NOW GET OUT!" he yells.

I can hear her footsteps run out. He comes back. I can tell Hugo has took over. I jump up and accidentally backed myself into a corner. He comes over and sits on a chair with a glass of Whiskey.

"Take a seat, Y/N. Let's have a chat."

"Why in the bloody hell would I wanna have a chat with you?"

He stands up and says, "I don't know. This?" 

He pulls out his bat. I flinch and sit down. 

"Who was that?" I ask.

"An old friend of mine."

"Hugo?"

"Fine, she was an old client and she's the one making allegations."

"She was the one you liked, aye?"

"What? How?"

"A girl knows these things. Tell me about her."

"She.. She was a waste of my time.." Hugo says, while standing up.

"Hugo! Tell me now."

"I liked her okay. She was persistent on escaping. I don't know. That made me like her even more."

I look at the ground.

"But, you're different."

"What?"

"Jimmy and I both like you." He says walking over to my chair. I look at him dead in the eye. "A lot."

He then pulls me up and kisses me hard. What do I do? Do I pull away? I feel like that's a death sentence awaiting if I do that. How about I spice things up a bit...? I grab his suspenders, pull myself up, and push him down in the seat. I crawl onto him, straddling him in the process. It's been a while since he has done anything like this. I kiss his cheek and he was totally off guard. Then, I heard something. 

"Y/N, what are you doing to me?"

Jimmy.

"Oh my gosh, Jimmy. I'm so sorry."

"Oh, don't be."

He pulls me down more and says, "I like this." 

He then gets up. He places me on the couch and walks to the front desk. 

"What the heck, Jimmy?"

"You better be getting on to the next story. Hugo gets more upset and obsessed as you progress further."

"Gosh, you're talking like this is a damn video game.."

"Just get going, Y/N."

"Yes, Mr. Hall."

"Oh, I kinda like that." 

I ran off to the lift to go hunt for the second ghost.

Author's Note: Sorry this one is short. It's late and I have work tomorrow. Goodnight/morning/afternoon/evening. Love y'all. I hope you are into it. I saw I had a few viewers. Please leave a comment to show support. Don't forget to vote! :))