The grabber x reader

Chapter 8~ conflict

You woke up the next morning, the romantically eventful sex from yesterday made you feel content. Your thoughts occasionally roamed darkly from what you've done, deeply criticizing yourself for it. You wanted this to be the morning you can put your difficulties behind, get to live again. You've been cooped up in Al's house that the only exercise you got was sex. How often it was as well you'd think you'd be pregnant by now, but you've been careful.

You turned to your side, gazing at the handsome man before you. He was so peaceful, the sun hit him just right from the window near by. You ran your fingers through his shoulder length hair, feeling the soft strands untangle. Not causing him to wake, but only toss a little. He seemed out of it, mostly exhausted. Biting your lip, you eyed his lower torso. Wanting him to desperately not wake up, you delicately slide your index finger down his smooth chest. Slowly leaning in to kiss his cheek and move down his neck, he turned on his back.

You pulled away to insure he was still asleep, continuing the kisses down his chest. He almost tasted sweet on your lips, he smelled so nice too. A light hint of his cologne made its way into your senses, making you shiver in delight. You look up to see him smile, opening one eye, squinting partly from the new light hitting his eyes. "Having fun?" His deep voice rumbled from the morning, feeling the vibration in his chest, sitting up to lean above him you kiss him on the lips. His hands hold your naked back, sliding them down to give your ass a tight squeeze.

You pull away, pushing the hair out of his face. Admiring what you have, knowing he's all yours; you simply smile. His hand lays on your lower back, the other pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You fearfully speak up "Al, I want to settle this problem with the police. I can't stay cooped up, it's not healthy." He pulled away, sighing loudly to himself. He doesn't even take a glance at you. "Ok." He responded promptly.

"Ok? Your ok with it?" You questioned. He was very stern, which made you feel uncomfortable. "Don't question my trust. I'll let you do it, but if you stab me in my back. Don't fucking expect any forgiveness" he was angry, exceptionally angry. You couldn't help but feel aroused, but it was quite terrifying in another perspective. "Ok, I'll get dressed"

You waited a little after the morning, make it seem more believable, you had suitcases packed up and drove to your house, making sure if any neighbors see, you try to seem presentable. You drove up to the sherif department, the anxiety made you sick to your stomach. Your head screamed to give Al up. Them boys needed their justice, but why did it feel so wrong? Were you suffering with some hint of Stockholm syndrome?
You lightly let you head hit the steering wheel. Gaining the guts to get out and pretend to frantically get into the building

Up at the front desk was a woman in uniform, you run up to her, acting as much in a hurry. Grabbing her attention she seems taken back. "Hi, um I need to speak to the sherif, I've been reported as a missing person?! Why are people thinking I'm missing?!" You yell nervously, your heart could be heard a mile away if it was possible. You were shaking deeply within, thinking this is your last chance. "Ok ma'am calm down. What's your name?" The officer acts kindly, offering assistance. "Uh y/n. Y/n l/n" she places her hands up as a note of defense "ok ok. Just let me see, you do look familiar." She glaces at the computer, then up at you. "Let me go get the sheriff for you dear, just give me a second" you only nod

Fuck fuck FUCK. What am I doing???? Give him up. He's needs to be put away. He's a murderer!!! For fuck sakes scream it out!!! You had tears in your eyes, you felt lightheaded, trying so hard to stay standing. The sherif appears from around the corner, a total look of surprise is plastered on his face. "Are you y/n?" You nod "yes, now can you please tell me why I'm reported missing?" He raised a hand to keep you calm "well we were told by your coworker that you left work, a strange van had been sitting there and you never showed back up. If you want this solved we are gonna need some sort of statement to prove and show you weren't missing...but I must say. From the evidence we found, it looked like you were kidnapped"