𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲. (tyler galpin x reader)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝

𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

tw- descriptions of murder. (im such a huge horror movie fanatic I literally had to)

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Fuck. Did she see? What the hell am I going to do if she saw? What if she found out?

I fucking hate what if questions. They hold no purpose besides causing stress and worry.

After the rave'N I turned. I turned into the huge ugly beast Y/N said I was. She saw the real me. The monster lurking deep inside me. I didnt know what to do, what to even think. I wanted to run away again, run away from Y/N too. I didnt want to hurt Y/N; I knew that every second I was with her was putting her at risk.

Back home I couldnt control when the beast came out in me. It was terrifying. I would wake up cold, naked, and covered in blood. I killed several people. I never intended to, and I never would at first. But then I started enjoying the pain I put people through. It scared me that I did, I couldnt control the undeniable quenching thirst I had for their blood, the craving sensation to hear their final pitch in their vocal cords.

I was turning into a true psychotic murderer. With this side of me, I couldnt be with her I would eventually kill her. I sat in the car with her for 3 hours before I finally suggested we slept at a hotel.

I slept that night thinking about how to get her to go back to Nevermore so that she was safe. I suggested running away to cure my problems, only to introduce them to a new intensity around her.

The next morning I woke up hungry. Not for waffles, but I still took her to Waffle House.

"Do you think they are ever going to find me? Take me back?" She asked with an innocent look on her face. Little did she know.

"Maybe. Hopefully not." Lie. "What are we going to do today?" I asked her.

That day we walked around the whole town, searching it out. We hung out, made out, had lunch, then it was nightfall. That night we were going to sneak into a bar party because she claimed that she wanted to do something she would never be allowed to do, like ever.

"Is that one unlocked?" She asked me referring to the backdoor of a bar.

"Yeah I think so, look they are bringing in restock on beers and stuff." I said pointing to the guy bringing in boxes of alchohol.

"Come on!" She said grabbing my hand and rushing me towards the door as soon as the guy came back out.

We were in a small storage closet or something, but then we followed the music to a door to a room with purple, blue, and green stobe lights flashing all around the room, with popular rap music playing, full of drunken people who were mostly underage.

I got drinks for use to distract me from all the chaos scrambling through my mind, and me and Y/N danced on the dance floor for about a half an hour until it was about to happen.

I was about to fucking turn.

(IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. I got writers block and didnt know what to include next that included a cliff hanger, this was the best I have. Also sorry for the short chapter. Im starting another story too about like horror and shit bc yes please. Ive also been studying for midterms, working out, and ive been incredibly busy with my friends.)