Forbidden Obsession || ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ! ᵀᴱᴬᶜᴴᴱᴿ! ᵀᵉʳᵘˢʰⁱᵐᵃ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⁴¹

- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed ★

I was sleeping on the ground, gripping a hoodie as I rested, only to be brought up into reality by the sound of Mr. Terushima cursing in the hallway. The sound of shouts outside the home with people banging on the door.

I crawl to the wall, watching as he paces from side to side, hitting his forehead with his closed palm.

I wait, but he doesn't do anything, so I crawl to the corner of the window, lifting a bit of the old curtain to catch a glimpse from outside. There was a swarm of people, crowded.

There were a lot of different people, but they all seemed mad, chattering to themselves as the females gossiped to each other pointing at the rusty house. The older creepy looking men arguing while waving broken glass bottles at us. Some held bats, wire pipes, and other things that could be used as weapons.

"Open the damn door!" They'd repeat, kicking at the walls. There was no sense of privacy, nor mutual respect. It was obvious these people weren't afraid to get aggressive if they needed to.

"Get away from there damn it!" Mr. Terushima shouted at me as he gripped my shoulder pulling me back, only to hear the sound of glass shattering after coming in contact with the walls.

"Fuck!" He shouts, running his hand through his blonde hair, "Wait here and don't you dare move." He explained, pointing at me as he walked out the side door, not fully standing outside to face the angry crowd.

"What the hell do you guys want!?"

The crowd all turned to him, walking to where he was. "The fuck do you mean? We want you to leave! It's your damn fault the cops showed up a few minutes ago!" An old guy shouts, pointing his dirty stick at Mr. Terushima.

"Any closer and I shut the door." He's seething, not thinking straight. Not much a door to a broken home could do against a swarm of angry people.

They stop walking, "Damn it just leave, you have until tomorrow morning or else!" A guy shouts from somewhere in the crowd, the rest chant agreeing to the statement.

Mr. Terushima shuts the door, not bothering to answer. A few glass bottles are thrown and broken, but they eventually leave.

"We're leaving, get your things or whatever there is you want to take." He says, slamming the bathroom door open to grab his pair of shoes. "Not like there's much here anyways."

"But where will we go!?" I asked, panicking at the thought of him leaving me alone somewhere to get rid of me.

"I need to pay an old friend of mine a visit," he replied, looking me in the eye, his brows brought together showing his dislike.

We don't get much, since there wasn't much in the first place, I just bring a black bag filling it with food and carry some clothes and a hoodie under my arm.

"Is this friend like... an accomplice?" I ask, looking at him nervously as I couldn't stop shaking my foot against the floor to distract me.

"Well... you'll find out when you meet him."

I sighed, I didn't want to leave, the cops were so close to finding me. Yet I didn't want to be left behind with those crazy psychos outside. But wasn't Mr. Terushima already a psycho too?

I felt something run down my face, only noticing it as my sight blurred. I brought my hand over my check, just to press them into my eyes as if it'd stop me from crying.

He stood there silently looking at me, debating whether or not to approach me. "Y/n, please... don't cry." He sighed, walking to me as he pulled me into his chest.