duvet| stu m. & billy l. [finished]

tilda

trigger warnings; violence, gore, break in. lmk if i missed something.

y/ns pov (3rd person was getting boringg)

'why, why me.' i thought looking at myself in the mirror.

'why had they chosen me?'

'i wish they didn't.' i thought.

'i just want to go home." i said as i sobbed into my pillow once again.

i drifted off to sleep once again only to be met with a recurring nightmare.

- 3rd person lol

you sat up in your bed looking at the clock it was 3 am. you had heard a muffled scream come from tilda's room which was next to yours.

you and tilda made up a secret code for if she or you are being attacked.

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"bang on my wall, and i bang on yours okay." she smiled at you your family had substantial wealth so you were prone to break ins.-but not like this. she was banging on your wall fast and hard. your parents were out tonight.

you were scared. you took a deep breath and went to your parents room. you grabbed the phone and called '911'.

they told you to stay on the line and you obliged taking your house phone and holding it to your chest.

counting in your head with each step. '1.'

silence.

'2.' she started screaming once more as you darted into the bathroom.

the screaming stopped. you heard heavy footsteps making its way down the hallway, to your room.

the figure stopped as he heard the approaching sirens. running out the house you ran to matilda's room.

falling to your knees at the sight, you felt bile rise up in your throat but you pushed it down crying and hugging your knees.

the sight infront of you was of tilda hanging from a noose naked and she was covered in bruises and self defense marks.

you couldn't believe your eyes and nor could the officers you didn't know had entered your house.

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3rd person (again ugh i suck)

you were awaken up with a jump usually when you had this nightmare you would be comforted by the thought of having two serial killers next to you.

now you weren't so sure.

you had gotten out of bed and started getting ready. you still go to college because one day your trust fund and stus will run out. so you need to be able to supply them money and a house.

you sighed tiredly you washed your face and proceeded to do your makeup.

you picked out an outfit for today and begrudgingly made your way downstairs to not find billy and stu in the kitchen like usual.

you started the coffee deciding to do cold brew, as you wanted ice coffee. you had gotten the creamer out and made your self a bowl of quaker oats.

you looked at the time it was five you stayed at home for an hour got to the gym at six then stayed there for an hour then go to school.

you finished your oats and prepped your water bottle. hereing a slight creak on the stairs made you jump and turn around sliding your back down the kitchen island you heard stu call out to you.

"y/n?'' he called out into the kitchen.

you shot up from the floor, stu eyed you warily. "sorry i dropped something." you said going to the microwave as it beeped informing you that your oats were done.

"so about last night-" he started.

"no, uhm it's okay." you said stirring your oatmeal.

"okay, well how'd you sleep?" he asked me putting a hand on his nape awkwardly and rubbing it.

"fine." you lied jumping up on the counter and eating your oatmeal. "what about you? how were you and billy." you asked voice filled with boredom but he couldn't tell.

"good actually, so after this your going to the gym right? well when you get back from everything we were wondering if you wanted to help with the-"

"no." you said continuing eating.

"no? but y/n you used to love this."

"i want to get better, i don't wanna keep doing this." you said getting off the counter and putting your ceramic bowl in the sink.

"but y/n wouldn't that mean you would have to leave us."