LOIDxREADER
After a horrible breakup, (Y/N) decides to find a rebound at the bar where she gets taken by a man named Loid Forger. After finding out that Loid is after her brother, she decides to help him with his mission.
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GORE WARNING (may be uncomfortable to read)
I... I should just kill her right now and make a run for it. I don't see any cameras. I'll be okay.
I wasn't sure how to kill her, so I grabbed the first thing I saw. One of her golden stiletto weapons. I quickly grabbed it and sat myself on top of her.
I held it close to my chest and started breathing heavily as I stared at her unconscious body.
Why was I hesitating...? Just fucking do it, (Y/N).
I raised my hands in the air as my breath shook uncontrollably. I shot my arms down and immediately stopped midway.
I started to hear sirens.
My heart started pounding out of fear. What the fuck was I doing?!
I saw red and blue lights flashing throughout the alley and threw the weapon out of my hands, hearing footsteps coming closer to my direction.
I had to think of something... like right now.
"You ladies alright?" an officer asked as he approached us, flashing his bright light at us while his hand rested on his holster.
I scooped my arms under Yor's armpits and tried picking her up.
"Yeah," I laughed nervously. "My friend here... she just um, she's... drunk. I-I have to get her home," I stuttered, struggling to even get her body off the ground.
The cop inched closer to us and took a closer look at Yor's limp body.
"Is she okay...? Is she unconscious? Does she need to go to the hospital," the cop asked, his voice sounding more concerned after each question.
I could feel my legs shaking beneath me. I felt so weak.
"Oh no! S-She gets like this sometimes. It's actually annoying," I said in a shaky tone. "I-I'm just gonna take her home and put her to bed."
"Did you drive here?" the cop asked.
"N-No..." I said quietly.
The cop raised an eyebrow and came closer to us. I felt like I was throw up.
He put Yors arm over his shoulder and laughed.
"I deal with a lot of ladies like you two. Next time just tone it down. I'll get the two of you home," the cop said, putting all of Yors body weight on him and off of me.
The cop started heading for his car and I slowly trailed behind.
"T-Thank you," I said, trying not to start an argument of why I didn't want him to take us home... because the only place to go is my home...
The cop placed Yor in the back seat and I sat right next to her.
"So where to?" the cop asked, looking at me through his rear view mirror.
