His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 23: Stressful Snap]

"M...Mom...!?" You gasped in absolute amazement, stunned when Billy knocked at the front door and your mother opened it with a strained - yet loving - smile. "Are you...Are you okay...!?"

"—I should be asking you that." She mentioned with amusement, joyful tears pricking at her eyes after you dropped your backpack and flung your arms around her body happily.

"Wha-huh...? Why me...?" You asked her blankly, not understanding her comment as you carried on cuddling her. "You're the one who almost got killed because of me...!"

"No...I almost got killed because I didn't believe you at first. This was my fault. I'm...Well, I'm sorry about that." Your mother apologised with a saddened smile, wrapping her arms around your body in return before hugging you closer.

"Don't you dare say that this was your fault...!" You fiercely bursted out, guilt washing through your veins whilst you enjoyed the emotional embrace. "This was because I behaved recklessly, and didn't think things through beforehand."

"Oh, (Y/n)...You were so brave then..." She praised you with an appreciative attitude, resting her head on top of yours and acting unbelievably grateful. "I...I couldn't thank you enough...The gratitude I felt...The guilt I felt...The overall pain I felt...It was so, so hard to bear, and—"

All of a sudden she released a shrill scream, stepping a foot or two backwards before clutching at her chest and sobbing. "M-Mom...? What's wrong...?" You stammered with a frightened tone, entering your house's hallway and panicking at her scared state. "Did I say something that bothered you...?"

"WHAT in GOD'S NAME is HE doing here...!?" Your mother cried in horror, raising one hand to point at Michael and behaving even more hysterical.

"Well, you see, he um...he kinda...he sorta...follows me around...?" You helplessly attempted to explain, fear flooding through your veins when Michael took offence to her dislike and held out his knife. "You know, like a...like a personal bodyguard or something...! He's not a threat or anything though...! I-I swear...!"

"He tried to MURDER me...!" She shrieked shakily, trembling from past trauma and forcing you to think back to what caused this in the first place.

—

Before she could hug you, Michael moved in a flash and grabbed her by the throat; slamming her against the wall and holding his kitchen knife menacingly.

"Mom—!"
"Don't hurt her, Michael please!"

"(Y/n)!" Your mother could hardly speak due to Michael's hold on her, but she still tried her best. "Don't do it darling...!"

"Deal with the...consequences...?" "So what, you want me to move in with you all? Why would I do that? Why would I accept?"

"Michael, if you would." Hannibal turned to the mute male and he gave a curt nod in return; Michael tightening his hold on your mother's throat and using his kitchen knife to slowly scrape across the side of her neck.

"No! Stop it! What the hell are you doing!?"
You were about to snap back at him, but you swivelled your head back towards your mother and Michael; seeing blood streaking down her neck and staining her skin.