chase pov
i sat in the counselors office and across from me sat y/n. he had some bruises on his face but so did I. my head was bleeding and i could feel the stinging sensation from the cuts and bruises all over my body. i hate him so much.
after a few moments of silence the counselor came in and so did my mom. she looked worried and angry, i sighed and stood up, i saw a man next to the counselor which I assumed was y/n's dad, he didn't look mad though. just concerned. i walked out with my mom and got into the car where she started screaming at me about how disappointed and humiliated she is.
y/n pov
i saw my dad and slowly got up. we walked out the building and got into his car. "did you fuck him up?" he asked looking at me. "dad stop" i said and laughed a little, because like.. if you just got into a fight wouldn't your parents be mad? why are you asking me if i won or not? like ground me instead.
"did you?" he asked and smiled a little, i nodded. "that's my boy" he said and turned on the car. he drove me back home, i stepped out the car and waved goodbye. I watched his car disappear from the street, i sighed and took my keys unlocking my door. i closed the door and plopped on the couch. my feet hurt. as i was going to fall asleep the phone rang making me jump in surprise.
'i swear on my life if it's that guy again.' i thought, I picked up the phone. "what do you want?" i said. "why so upset? you didn't miss me since my last visit?" the voice said into the phone. "oh the one where you tried to kill me? no I didn't." i groaned.
he laughed, "that was quite a fight you had there." he said. "oh you were there?" i said sarcastically. "of course." he said and i could just feel him smiling from the other line.
"why did you even try to hurt me last week? did i do something to you?" i asked. "no. I was just bored." he said.
"yeah well me too." i spat out and hung up. "please don't jump out my closet" i said looking towards the closet. to my surprise the closet sprung up and a figure jumped out. "oops" he said, i bolted up the stairs and i could hear heavy footsteps running after me. as i was on the last step i felt something piercing the skin on my leg, i screamed and tripped on the staircase. he ran up to me and turned my body around so that I was facing him, he put his hand over my mouth and forcefully took out the knife from my leg.
muffled screams could be heard under his hand as my vision started to go blurry. i tried to crawl away but I couldn't. my body was too exhausted. and before i knew it everything went blank. i passed out.
