Indecisive ((Yandere Cleo De Nile x F. Reader))

Chapter 25:

Jax awoke the next day with a nauseating hangover and an unmovable ache in his heart. You were gone, his second chance at being a father being completely wasted. He felt somehow responsible for your disappearance. Maybe if he had told you to miss work that day? Maybe if he took you with him?

Everything that he could have done differently popped into his mind, and he waved them all away.

Jax stood up on his two wobbly feet and, very clumsily, made his way to the bathroom. He gripped the sides of the sink and looked in the mirror, staring at himself in disgust. He was just as good at raising a child as his ex wife. He pulled away with a sting in his soul.

No. Jax was better than that. He was so much better, he knew he was. But if that was the case, then why were you missing?

The immediate instinct to puke rose in him, and he hurried over to the toilet to spill his guts. Nothing but straight liquor came up, signaling that he had way too much to drink.

Once he was done, he lifted himself up and rinsed his mouth with water before he brushed his teeth. The minty toothpaste tasted disgusting on his teeth, but he managed to pull through without vomiting again.

Jax checked the time. It was 4:37 in the afternoon. It wasn't exactly 24 hours yet, which meant his complaint wouldn't be written down and taken seriously. But Jax was done waiting. He was tired of it.

He rushed to his room in a fit of anger and dragged out a duffel bag. He loaded it with an array of weapons and clothes. Then, he carried it out to his new car and sat in the front seat. His hangover was only getting worse by the second, so he popped a few ibuprofen tablets in his mouth and dry swallowed them. Then, he put the car in drive and left his small house.

Manny woke up in his driver seat with drool running down his face. He wiped it away hurriedly and sat upright. It was dark out, meaning he had been asleep for a lot longer than he had planned. He cranked his car up quickly and pulled out of his hiding spot before driving onto a highway.

He felt a shiver down his spine, and out of instinct he checked his rearview mirror. A silver car drove behind him, and Manny shivered again. The car seemed suspicious to him, and he pulled off the highway at the next exit. The car followed, sending alarms through his mind.

Manny pulled into a small motel and hopped out of his car. The silver vehicle drove past him, and Manny sighed in relief. He decided to check out a room though, just to be safe.

After talking to the motel manager who didn't really seem to care about anything, he successfully had a key. He ran to his room and shut himself in. Then, he stripped off his clothes and hopped in the shower.

The motels water was ice cold, sending Manny against the other side of the shower to shiver in surprise at the sudden temperature change. Then, he finished his shower and stepped out.

His room was eerily quiet. Manny shoved the thoughts away, completely convinced that he was safe. He wrapped a towel around his waist to protect his ego and stepped into the main room.

He stared at his bed where a man sat.

"Hey. Didn' think ya would be so fast." The man chuckled. "Jax Strutton. It's nice to finally meet ya, sorry for my rude introduction last time."

He stood on his own feet and pulled a gun from his pocket before pointing it at Manny.

"Now, where is she?"

You were shoved through the doorway of a small cottage. You weren't sure where you were, and the anxiety was building in your gut. You kept your pride and a still face, acting unbothered by the events.

Your facade broke the moment you spotted Cleo cutting a small pie. Your stomach felt like it needed to be emptied, but you refused to let it. You rubbed the marks on your wrists where the zip ties had been. Luckily they were removed, but you felt more insulted than anything at their lenience. It was as if they were confident you wouldn't try to escape, and if you did they seemed sure they would catch you.

"(Y/N)! Sit, sit!"

You stared at Cleo, who held an enthusiastic grin on her face. Nefera pushed past you and went into another room. You were curious where she was going, but that was the least of your worries. You sat obediently. You weren't in a place to defy her, and you were terrified of the outcome.

You watched as she carefully cut out a slice of pie and set it on a plate. She didn't say a word as she sliced it, almost as if kidnapping you was completely normal. Maybe she was in denial, or maybe she was crazy. Either way, you didn't want to be a part of her plans.

Cleo sat the plate infront of you and gave you a spoon instead of a fork. You raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not eating that." You stated.

She giggled girlishly and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, showing off her high cheekbones and expensive makeup.

"Of course you are! Now, open up!"

Cleo held the spoon full of pie to your face. You dodged it

Cleo's cheerful face turned sour, and she slammed the fork on the counter. "Tie her up."

"Wait! Wait!" You panicked. "I-I'll eat it!"

Cleo walked away from the kitchen, going to one of the rooms in the back and slamming the door shut.

You began panicking, and the confusion only added to it. It was only fueling the fire that sat in your throat.

"W-Wait...please!" You begged. "What's going on?! C-Cleo!"

The men didn't respond, and instead they tied your hands behind the chair. They strapped you to the seat, shutting down any ideas of escape. You cried out, hoping someone would come and help. Once they were done, they calmly walked out. You shuddered at how nonchalant they seemed.

You cried out again. "Cleo! Cleo, please! Please don't do this!"

Tears slid down your cheeks and made their way down your throat. You choked out another sob, feeling useless and scared.

Cleo held her ears under a pillow, trying to drown out your screams. Oh, how badly she wanted to run in and hold you, but she couldn't. She had to train you first.

An outburst of angry cusses and threats poured out shortly after. Your defense was high, and your fright had turned into a fighting instinct. Your throat was scratchy and your lips felt dry. Your voice had been ripped to shreds, leaving nothing but the off tuned cracks in it. Cleo sobbed once more.

She just had to train you first.