All is Fair in Love and War (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 9

(Warning: trigger warning, mention of rape, aggression/abuse, and panic attacks. I will NOT be going into vivid detail because that's just... no. If you choose to not read this part I completely understand, I'll leave a few "✅" for when it's over. All you need to know is this is the pinnacle of how the reader became a murderer.
Disclaimer: these are very serious situations that should not be taken lightly. Your emotions are valid, and your trauma is not your fault. You matter, you are loved, and you are not alone.)

Sobbing. That's all you could do. Even then, as this numb dissociation washed over you, they didn't even feel like your tears anymore.

Here you were 18 and about to graduate, high honor roll and about to start a tattoo apprenticeship right out of high school. You felt like you had the world in the palm of your hand. Your parents were proud, you were proud. It only took one instance for that pride to be torn away from you.

Your so called "friend" since middle school had invited you out just the two of you, saying he wanted to spend more time with everyone before he left to go to college in another state. You stopped at your favorite fast food place, ate and drove around talking about school, memes, life in general just like you had for years.

The evening was getting late, the night had grown dark and he was driving you home. Everything was going off without a hitch until he made the turn down that dirt path near by.

"Shane? Wrong turn, bud." You teased, thinking he lost his train of thought. But he kept silent.

"Shane?" You said sternly, but he still said nothing. His only response being his tightening knuckles on the steering wheel as he kept driving further and further into the dark, hoards of ominous shadows swallowing the car as he drove. You had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling. You went by this street a lot on your way to school or work, but hardly anyone ever went down here. It was a dead end that lead nowhere except to a small number of houses that were very far and few between.

You went quiet. Trying to think of a way out of this situation. Your adrenaline was pumping. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your stomach felt like it was being twisted into knots. Every red flag and alarm was going off in your head. It all felt wrong.

He pulled over on the side of the road and immediately you unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the door, but before you could jump out of the car he grabbed you by the hair and yanked you back inside; slamming the door shut and locking it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?? Either take me home right now or let me the fuck out of the car!" You yelled. You then heard the sound of a gun cocking, you looked up at him terrified. Tears uncontrollably began to run down your face before you even realized you started crying.

"I'm gonna miss you, Y/n. I can't just leave. Not without having something to remember you by. Why don't you hop in the backseat for me." He said coldly, the look in his eyes was like that of a callous stranger. Like this wasn't your friend.
No, it was a monster.

"Shane please-" you pleaded, but he held the gun closer to your temple.

"Back. Seat." He said lowly, which was more frightening than any yell could have ever invoked.

You sobbed as you silently begged god and anything in the universe to help you. To free you, for a cop to come by and investigate, for a nosy neighbor to walk by walking their dog and hear your screams. Anything.

You never were quite the same after that. From that moment on you swore to never again allow yourself to be the victim, or let anyone else fall victim if you could help it. His sickening laugh was the last thing you heard before you woke up.