Fervid ((Yandere Clawdeen Wolf x F! Reader))

Chapter 33:

Clawdeen didn't go into work the next day, too afraid of you escaping to leave the home. She glanced over at the shut door that she had rigged to stay shut. A rope tied the doorknob to a second doorknob across the hall. The second door was kept open by a dresser that she had moved. Anytime you tried to open the door, the other door would slam into the dresser, resulting in you being stuck in the room.

She gulped down another sip of her coffee, it was her third pot of coffee that day. She had stayed up all night as well.

You opened your eyes and glanced around the room. You looked to the small bedside clock and sighed. It was 12:32 in the afternoon. Somewhere around 3 in the morning you closed your eyes, and after opening them again you realized you had slept against the door. You jumped to your feet and shut the bathroom door, not wanting to see them any more than necessary. It was sickening to think that they were right beside you, mutilated and slashed open like the others had been. You wondered how many people would have to die before Clawdeen was satisfied.

You approached the bedroom door again and knocked on it. No response.

"Clawdeen?" You called calmly.

"Clawdeen??" You called again.

"Clawdeen!" You yelled.

Tears began to form in your eyes, the stress of the situation being too much for you. Nothing seemed to make sense, nothing seemed to click. Nothing was what it was supposed to be.

You sobbed silently, not wanting your whines to be heard and belittled by Clawdeen. You subconsciously kept an ear available for your surroundings. You didn't want to be crying if her grandparents were to possess you or something. Your mind came up with crazy scenarios, only amplifying your tears.

Your cries got louder, and Clawdeen pressed an ear against the door to hear you better.

"I just want to go home." You mumbled, and you wiped a tear from your face. "Please, I want my home."

Clawdeen pulled away from the door and sat against the wall. She listened intently to your tears and your pleas, trying to figure out the deeper meaning. Maybe you were sleepy? Maybe you were hungry? But surely you didn't want to go back. Surely you wanted to stay with her!

Clawdeen was listening so closely to you, that she hadn't stopped to realize her own tears. She wiped them away quickly, trying to uphold a strong exterior for herself.

She had killed people. Killed people. Multiple people.

If you ever got back home, she would be fine for life, that was sure. And you? You'd be labeled a victim and taken away from her for good. No seeing you. No loving you. Nothing.

She had single handedly dragged you down into a pit that she dug herself. She had dragged you with her to the very bottom. What if you had to go to jail with her?

She risked her own life, and even worse she risked yours.

But at the same time, she loved you. The girls would have gotten in the way, they could have taken you from her! And her grandparents? They were going to report it to the police! They were going to ruin everything she had worked so hard to keep together. Every late night, every picture, every time she stole something, every time she broke in your house, all of it would be for nothing.

She had to kill them. They did it to themselves. There was nothing else to do besides kill them. There was no way to convince them of anything.

Almost immediately, the feeling of guilt went away. She didn't have an option. She didn't have a choice but to kill them and take you far away. Her only options were to run away or try to salvage what she had done for you, and killing was the only way to salvage it.

Her obsession overtook her mind once more, overruling any other thought besides the justification of her actions. She did it for love. She did it for you.

Her stomach twisted at the memory of her dead grandparents in the same room she leaned against, and she jumped from her spot and ran to the bathroom to vomit. Her stomach emptied itself, and she felt better after everything had been thrown up.

She stood to her feet and went to the kitchen.

She supposed she'd eat dinner alone again.