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

Chapter 33:

You stared at yourself in the small vanity mirror that Cleo had in your room. Dark purple marks littered your neck and chest, making your naked frame seem like it had been attacked by leeches. Cleo stood beside you, applying a thin coat of mascara over her already long eyelashes.

"Stop staring." She confronted you with a demanding tone. "You're gorgeous just the way you are, baby."

You shivered at the nickname. "Thanks."

She turned to you, her eyes wandering over every inch of your body.

"Are you hungry?"

You shook your head no.

"Why did you hate me at first? And then suddenly change up as if it never happened?" You seethed. You had begun to get even more snappy than normal, leaving Cleo to defend herself with bullshit ideas and arguments.

"I loved you from the beginning. I was just too blind to see it. But I see it now!" She assured, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into her. Your breasts landed against her own, and Cleo took your lips into a deep, passionate kiss. You didn't return it.

"Well why did you let Manny hurt me?"

"Because, my love." She placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "I was high."

"But-"

"I don't use drugs anymore." She laid your head on her collarbone. "You are my drug. When you're not around I have withdrawals. And not these little pussy migraines. I would literally die without you!"

Her enthusiasm increased. "You're the only thing that keeps me alive! I don't need food or water or even air!!! You're my fucking everything!! Why don't you see that?!"

You backed away at her anger. You knew it was a mistake to ask such of a sensitive question.

"Get back here!" She screamed, and her hands latched onto your throat. She pulled you to the ground, shaking you back and forth by your neck.

"I fucking love you! Why don't you love me back?!"

Her sudden change left you in shock, stopping you from fighting back. Your vision became spotted from your lack of air.

"I've put in so much effort!! Why can't you see that?!"

Cleo lifted you, forcing you to stand on your own two feet. Then, she led you to the bed where she threw you. You landed with a huff, but you didn't get the chance to breathe before she landed a pillow on your face. Your oxygen intake was cancelled out once again, forcing you to tap her arm quickly. She didn't move.

"Why can't you love me?" Her voice broke.

Death never seemed so close. You had gotten so comfortable with her patience, and now that she was out of patience you realized how close you were to dying. The realization of the severity of your situation increased.

Your fingers began to tingle, then they went numb all together. The sensation spread to every part of your body, and your hand dropped from her shoulder to her lap. You rubbed it, trying to make her stop. You couldn't move in any other way.

Finally, her grip on the pillow loosened and she removed it. You gulped for air, your own tears running down your cheeks. She rushed to hug you and cry out her apologies.

You laid limp on the mattress, not having the drive nor energy to move from it.

Jax sat on a dusty, motel bed, contemplating whether or not he should just give up. It seemed like you were nowhere, and Jax didn't know how he was supposed to find someone who disappeared into thin air.

He held a small bottle of whiskey in his hand, and he took another large swig of it. He didn't see the point in being sober if you weren't around to help him. You were his daughter. How could he ever function without being a dad?

He wiped his mouth and stood. No. He would find you, even if it was the last thing the world ever saw.

He shook his head. Nope, no more sadness. Determination was what he needed, not a bunch of extra thoughts and doubt! He didn't need any negativity to add onto what he already had to do.

A sudden knock sounded from his motel door, signaling the alarm bells he had in his mind. Someone was there. Maybe the owner? Maybe a neighbor?

He sat the bottle down and drunkenly stepped to the window. He checked outside. 2 police officers stood outside his motel door with a piece of paper.

He sighed outwardly and moved to the door. "Oh shit.." he mumbled.

Jax opened the door and put on a big grin. "Hey, boys!" He chuckled, obviously drunk.

The officers took a look at eachother and then looked back at him. "We're here to discuss some recent disappearances. A (Y/N) (L/N) and a Manny Taur?"

"Ah, (Y/N)'s my kid." He nodded.

"Is she? Well, she's missing."

"Hell, I know." He shrugged. "Y'all didn' believe me the first time I came to the station. Said it had to be 42 hours or some shit."

"24 hours, sir." The cop corrected.

"Ah, whatever. Look, I'm handlin' it myself."

"Are you? Any information on Manny Taur?"

Jax giggled. "Only that he probably deserved it."

The men shared a glance. "Well, thank you for your time."

"Always, officer!"

Jax turned back into his motel room and shut the door. He looked around and grabbed his bags and clothes. He had to leave.

Jax waited until the cop car pulled out from the motel parking lot before shoving his things in his own car and driving off.

Jax wiped some sweat from his brow, his drunk driving not looking much different from his regular driving.

"Expert alcoholic?" He laughed. "Yes I am."