The Boy in the Lake (BEN Drowned x Female Reader)

Chapter 8- Confrontation

(Y/N's POV)

"Yeah, I don't think I can get myself to actually kill you."

...what.

I didn't know if I should cry, scream, or pass out.

Or all in that order.

I tried to read BEN's expression more. He couldn't be serious, all that talk about death and now he's not going to execute his plan? Seems pretty far fetched. Though he was a bit humorous, he still didn't seem to be the one to joke around about this. What if he was serious? What if he didn't actually want to kill me?

Oh golly.

"Um, you still there (Y/N)?" BEN asked.

I opened up my mouth to speak, but nothing was coming out. Nothing but a sound that sounded like a quiet, dying mouse.

"Fair enough," BEN murmured.

BEN stared at me for a couple seconds, until the restroom door swung open. BEN eyes went wide as he glitched away.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Belle said as soon as she saw me on the floor.

"I, um... I don't-" I stammered, now realizing how much I was shaking. Bella looked behind me, though there was nothing to see but broken phone remains.

"Was that your phone?" She asked, pointing to the mess. I nodded. Bella went around me and began gathering the phone debris. "If the SIM card isn't damaged, you can get a new phone and won't have to worry about a new phone number. You don't have to tell me what happened here, but obviously I want to help in any way I can."

She helped my back on my feet and handed me what was left of my phone. Belle guided me out of the restroom back to the cafeteria. It was probably best if I acted like nothing happened.

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"I'm going to my room!" I announced as I walked inside my house.

"You better not lock yourself in there just to play on your phone!" my mom's voice called back from somewhere.

"Oh yeah, I need a new phone!"

"What's wrong with the one you have right now?"

"It broke! I'll explain later, I just need to recharge for a while!"

I bolted up the stairs and shut my bedroom door behind me. A groan escaped my lips as I threw my backpack on the floor and collapsed face first on my bed.

So much has happened since my family moved, and it has only been a few days. I buried myself in a mound of blankets and pillows. All I could really do is think about every bad thing that has happened. I miss my friends from my old home, and all the ridiculous things we would do. Nothing was going smoothly here, it was all just...overwhelming.

My eyes stung with tears, so I let myself cry. Crying seemed to be the only viable option for all the confusement so far. Part of me hoped that everything was a weird, long dream. I felt like I needed to blame someone, but no one came to mind.

Except for my dad.

If only he didn't turn out to be a terrible guy, then maybe things would've worked better between him and my mom.

If things were better, they wouldn't have divorced.

If they didn't divorce, there wouldn't be any reason for him to support us from a distance.

If we were still all one whole family, he wouldn't need to pity us and make us move.

There were so many ifs.

At least there were a few people here willing to talk to me. Bella and Peter walked home with me since Bella lived across the street. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make me feel worthy of someone's time.

I slowly snaked out of my bed nest and sulked out of my room. Alex was also leaving his room at the same time. He pretended not to notice me, and that just pissed me off. It was like he had forgotten his lash out from last night. I marched a few steps toward him and stomped on his foot- which would've dealt more damage if he weren't wearing shoes.

"What's your deal?" Alex scoffed.

I said nothing as I continued my journey down the stairs and to the kitchen. I opened a cupboard, grabbed a soda bottle and chips, slammed the cupboard shut, and marched back to my room. After I locked my door, I sat on my bed and yanked the chips open.

"Come out and face me again, you little ghost shit," I whispered to the empty space.

Nothing.

I sighed, stuffing chips in my mouth. I knew it was a long shot. After all, I probably severed any communication with BEN by wrecking my phone.

"Whatcha munching on there?"

I squealed and leaped off the bed. BEN was sitting criss cross right behind me, inside my mound of pillows and blankets. I couldn't help but feel mildly offended that he thought that he could make himself comfortable on my bed.

"How dare you," I muttered. BEN raised a brow.

"What do you mean 'how dare you?' I did absolutely nothing wrong!" BEN exclaimed, propping himself up more.

"You're making my bed soggy!" I pointed out.

BEN swatted his hand, as if my statement was a bug he was shooing away.

The nerve.

"I have questions for you, and I want answers," I demanded.

BEN's pale lips curved into a smirk. "Oh! What kind of questions, I wonder? Like, why I'm not dancing around your corpse like a pretty princess? Or...why is your bed so comfy? Gosh, if I weren't dead I'd be taking a really long nap right now."

I realized I might've been a little overconfident with this confrontation.

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This is all going to get so much better, I promise.

lmao