my obsession [ isaac foster x reader ]

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"Why is that?" My lips curled into a smile.

"Could you stop?!" Zack yelled as he walked towards me.

"Stop what?" I smiled even wider.

"Why aren't you scared of me?!" I felt his hot breath on my neck as he was towering over me.

"Should I be scared, Isaac?"

"Fuck yeah! I'm a damn serial killer!" he spat angrily.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Y/n's pov :

"Fuck! Who is it?!" Zack yelled but I placed a finger on his lips.

"Shhh! What if it's the police!" I whispered.

"Then, we're running away!" he yelled whispering.

"I'll go get it" I said as I grabbed a knife from kitchen and stood in front of the door prepared to attack whoever and whatever was there. I hid the knife behind my back and grabbed the handle and opened the door but not enough for the person outside to see Zack.

There was a tall man with muscular body, wearing a black shirt and jeans. He was wearing sunglasses even though there was no sun outside.

"How can I help you sir?" I put on a smile.

"Where's Derek?" he said harshly.

"Derek L/n?" I asked a little bit surprised.

"Don't play dumb Y/n. Where's your father?" the man yelled.

I tightened the grip on the knife behind my back.

Who the fuck is this?! And how does he know my name?

"Uh... You know... There was this little incident" I put on an innocent smile "He's gone missing"

"What?"

"I don't know where he is"

"He owes me some money"

Jesus! If I knew he had debts I wouldn't murder him! NOW I HAVE TO PAY FOR HIS SHIT!

"Oh. How much?"

"Two hundred thousands" he said.

My eyes widened as I heard the amount.

"Two hundred thousands" he repeated as he saw the look on my face.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I have no idea where he is. Good luck finding him though!"

"That's amazing but I need to get the money" he gritted his teeth.

I'm so dead.

"B-but I don't have that much!" I started to fake tear up.

"I'm coming back tomorrow. Get the money or you'll die" he said and slammed the door behind him as he left.

I slowly turned to Zack.

"I've got some bad news" I smiled like he didn't just hear the whole conversation.

"No shit!" he grabbed his scythe "Pack your shit. We're leaving"

I nod and grabbed a backpack and quickly put some important stuff in it. We waited some time to make sure the guy left just in case.

Who even was he? Maybe a dealer. I don't know.

Zack waited at the door. It got darker so we decided to go.

As we walked on an empty road I pointed to a river on my right side.

"See this river?"

"No. I'm fucking blind Y/n!" he said ironically "Yes I see it"

"My father is there" I smiled at Zack expecting him to validate me. He was quiet.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked to break the silence after a while.

"I thought you lead us" he shrugged.

"You're joking right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" he pointed a finger to his face. He looked annoyed.

"Sorry" I muttered.

"What came into you back then?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"You know what am I talking about" I sighed.

"Earlier you said you love me, right?" Zack put on an awkward smile "How do I know you're not just using me like everyone else? Why aren't you scared of me?!" he yelled.

What.

"But you said you wanted to kill me"

"I don't know what do I want to do"

"Why do you think I don't love you?"

"I dunno. Trust me Y/n, I have no idea what love is" he sighed.

"Why?"

He was quiet.

"Sorry" I apologised "I'm not using you. I don't get anything out of hanging out with you. I like your company, your personality, your looks... everything. I like you Zack"

To be honest. I also have no idea what love is. I never experienced mutal love. Whenever I fell in love with someone I would do anything to make them like me even if it meant completely changing myself. Is that love? I never experienced parental love either, so I tried to find it the other way. I did everything I could to make some people like me. I got bored once they were "too in love" and said they love me every second they were given. They didn't mean it. They liked the attention. Some people think love means sex. But who knows. Some people used me for sex while telling me how much they love me. But those were just words. And they said those exact words to many other people. I've got this strange feeling that no one ever returned me the love I gave them. No matter what kind of love it was.

So I'm here in the middle of nowhere walking down a street with a wanted serial killer that I tried to seduce many times.

I slightly giggled at my thoughts. The next second a tear appeared in my eye.

I'm tired of this shit lol.

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