The Love Interest (Ethan Landry x female!Reader 18+)

Chapter 11: You make me want to scream

TW: descriptions of blood, mentions of violence (no worse than the movies)

Time seemed to stand still. Waiting and waiting for the cold knife to slit your throat, hopefully for the quickest death possible. Oddly, it seemed peaceful, just waiting for your death.

But as time carried on, instead of the feeling of sharp pain in you, your ears are filled with a groan of pain that cuts off the music. It was too feminine to be Ethan, too much of a stranger to be your own.

Your eyes flicker open, blinking against the street light trying to understand what you're seeing. Quinn stood holding her shoulder where a bright scarlet line of blood appeared.

"You bastard!" She shrieked "choosing a slut over your own god damn family!" Her red hair seemed to bleed into the night.

Your Ghostface pushed you behind him, guarding you. He held the knife up defensively, ready to swing had she pulled out another weapon or took a step towards you. Your body felt so weak you were thankful to have his back to lean on, his strength keeping you both standing. Something in your body seemed to hum peacefully, satisfied to be reunited and to be touching him again. Despite everything that happened you couldn't deny the magnet that had been pulling you back together, now filling you with gratification as the piece from you was returned. For a moment you could at least forget everything else.

"Don't fucking speak about her that way," his voice was filled with anger before he regained his composure. "Y/n has nothing to do with this. It's my choice, I'm doing this for me." His body rumbled against you as his voice boomed, you wanted to bury your face into him escaping from reality.

"You're nothing compared to Richie," Quinns face twisted in anger "Nothing."

"Leave us alone. I won't be forgiving the next time, if you hurt her again I will fucking kill you," the mask muffled his words but they sent chills down your spine, a side of Ethan you've never seen and never want to again.

"You couldn't because you're nothing but a fucking coward. Burn in hell," but Ethan had the knife, not her.

She grabbed her mask, putting it back on "I will hunt you down mother fucker!" Quinn spat "until my dying breath, for Richie."

Ethan shielded you from her until her black cloak disappeared beyond the fire escape door.

He turned, holding you steady bringing you to a sitting position against the cold ground. He pulled the mask off, throwing it down the alley into a pile of trash bags. Just like that it was gone, his curls bounced back and when he looked at you, you knew then and there that he had gotten rid of the one that his vulnerability hid behind too. Standing in front of you was Ethan, fully there and fully him.

"Y/n I'm sorry I'm so sorry this is all my fault..." his voice was thick with sorrow as he pressed his gloved hand against your stab wound.

"I'm sorry I said that about you, I didn't mean it I just- I had to get her to stop." His voice broke as he spoke, re-imagining the scene "I couldn't take seeing you getting hurt." His eyes were filled with pain and regret as they grazed over your wounds.

"They need help," you groan, bringing your hand to your side. You still weren't 100% sure if Ethan was on their side yet, or just protected you for his own selfish reasoning. You had no choice but trust that he would help them, your own body betraying you with its mortality.

He bent down looking over your wound, face knit with anger.

"Tara..." you whisper "Sam, Kirby..." you groan "Chad was stabbed. They need help."

"You're right," he stood, black cloak and gentle curls flowing in the slight breeze "stay here."

"No, I want to help-"