GhostFace x F Reader

Part 9: All Over

     TW: abuse and drug abuse

His words lingered in my mind. I didn't know how to react. I don't want to kill anybody. Especially not a friend of mine. "W-what?" I asked shockingly. "Kill Jed Olsen, if you don't i will, but either way your helping me kill him.. or hide the body, whatever." I didn't understand why he was saying these things so casually. "Why do you want me to help you k-kill him." As the sentence went on my voice got weaker. The thought of me killing someone made my stomach sink. "Because once you've killed someone or at least help me you'll be an accomplice and can't rat me out to the police." He said twirling his knife around as if he didn't have a problem in the word.

//// 30 minutes ago ////
'Jed Olsen' pov

As i was watching y/n through the camera that i placed in her room i saw her tying on her computer and pulling up printed paper and a couple files. I immediately recognized the paper, they were the same one me and y/n printed when we stole the files from the police station. I curiously watched her not knowing what she was doing researching ghostface. She told me her self she wasn't a fan looking into murder cases because they made her stomachs twirl. I saw the screen of her laptop when she got up to get water and i zoomed the camera closer and saw my instagram account pulled up along with two other tabs with my names on the top, it immediately hit, she knew.

///Current time///

I had to convince her one way that my persona 'jed olsen' was not the killer.
"Kill Jed Olsen." I said quickly hoping she would actually do that but it would get the idea of him being me out of her head. She stared in utter confusion, the face she made of both horror and sadness made me smile.

"W-what." She muttered softy, only a person right i front of her could hear.
"Kill Jed Olsen, if you don't i will, but either way your helping me kill him.. or hide the body, whatever." I said coldly and uninterested in this whole conversation. The look of disgust and disappointment was plastered on her face, she really cannot hide how she is feeling. "Why do you want me to help you k-kill him." 'So you won't know that's it's me duhhh' i thought annoyingly. "Because once you've killed someone or at least help me you'll be an accomplice and can't rat me out to the police." i said as an excuse and she seemed to by it.
I began to twirl my knife around because this conversation was a huge buzzkill.

"Anywayyy your gonna kill him take a picture of him dead send it to me and then i'll deal with the body." i said in a stern voice trying to get the point across. "Why do i have to send you a picture if your gonna be dealing with the body?" She ask in a shaken up voice but she held it together. I clicked my tongue. "Just do what i say, ok?" I asked tilting my head trying to hide my anger. 'Why can't anybody just fucking listen.' i thought but was interrupted by a mutter i couldn't quite hear. I leaned in closet leaning my ear next to y/n mouth. "What'd you say doll, i couldn't quite catch that." I said threateningly. "what's with the attitude." she said softly looking down, most likely she said that out of impulse. It's always pissed me off her smart mouth. I just sighed and looking down shaking my head. "I'm gonna let that go. but watch your fucking mouth doll, your lucky your looks are cuter than your attitude." i tapped my hand on her cheek and backed away from her. "Make sure to kill him by tomorrow. Of course i wasn't going to let that happen but she doesn't need to know.

///y/n pov///

Once he left my apartment i let out a sigh in relief and my whole body started shaking. I moved a hand to my mouth and my whole body went limp and fell to the ground, i was in shock i didn't know how to proceed what had happened. He wants me to kill Jed, and he wouldn't mind killing me. I don't know what's taking him so long, this is exhausting and the amount of guilt i feel right now. I have the killer, i may not know who it is but i could call the police and set ghost face up. But there's this feeling of being watched so i know the minutes i were to try anything i would be dead. I sat on the ground contemplating what to do. "I'll deal with this tomorrow." I said quietly getting up going to my bathroom. I looked at my self in the mirror disappointed. I don't think i'm going to be able to do this.

//Tims Skip//

"Thanks for meeting me here." I said looking down fiddling with my coffee cup. I feel so bad doing this. "ofc why wouldn't i sweetheart" He said with a cheerful grin. He grabbed my hand and looked at me "What's wrong, is there anything you want to tell me?" He said in a concerned tone. I looked up at him and his golden eyes looked more yellow than ever because the sun was hitting his eyes directly. I took a breathe in and took in all his features. My heart broke knowing what i was going to have to do. I made to sure to put the best fake smile i could do. "Of course i'm good, i'm amazing, you know me." I said happily making sure to had a giggle at the end of the sentence. We were sitting out side on my balcony drinking coffee i was planning on drugging Jed and then killing him while he was unconscious but i just couldnt kill him. I saw him laying on my floor unconscious. I was sitting next to him crying and panicking not knowing what to do. I remember that ghostface wanted a picture i grabbed my phone and took a picture of Jed. I was planning on telling ghost that he didn't have to hide the body that i'll do it.

I don't know how but i'll try to convince Jed to leave town so that ghostface can't find him.
Though thinking back i was hysterical and not thinking using my head.

//' Jed Olsen'//
That bitch fucking drugged me. I was in my bed thinking about the events that happened only 2 hours ago. She faked my death, i could've fucking died. I was watching her on the cameras before heading over and she didn't mention anything! "Fuck Me!"
I yelled getting up pacing around the room, i'm fucking lucky she decided not to kill me. I should really rethink the plan, i grab my ghostface outfit and head over to her place.

////y/n////
I'm laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling, i had been crying for a couple hours, i can't believe i almost killed my friend, thank god i didn't, i don't know how i would've coped. All of a sudden i hear my balcony door open and shut aggressively. My body shoots up and my bedroom door opens to only see a very angry ghost face. "Why didn't you fucking kill him?!" He yells very loudly I'm pretty sure all my neighbors heard. I'm shaking and stuttering over my words. "i-i'm sorr-y i coul-n-nt kill h-im." Tears were rolling down my face and he marches to me. i'm uncontrollably sobbing and shaking my hold body's paralyzed.

Ghostface grabs my arms and pulls me off my bed so that i'm standing in front of him and the he smacks me. "STOP FUCKING CRYING!" He yells but since he smacked me so hard his yelled were muffled through the sound of ringing. "You had ONE FUCKING JOB!" He says while shaking my body as if he was trying to wake me up. I was just frozen. I didn't know how to respond to anything that was going on. With everything that was going on, the drugging, almost killing my friend i was triggered so hard that all i know all of a sudden i'm stuck in a memory i buried.

// Flashback //
y/n 16

I was walking home from work and i had ran away from foster care and decided to visit my mom knowing that she had gotten clean. I walk in and see her on the ground with a needle in her arm and her ex boyfriend smoking a joint on the couch watching TV. I gasped and ran towards my mom with tear lightly filling my eyes i shook her and i turned around. "WTF are you doing come over here and help me." I yelled through my sob. He only looked at me and sighed. "She'll be fine." He spoke without a care and continued watching tv. I got up and grabbed his bag and through it at him. "get the fuck out cole." i said with venom coming out my mouth. He only chuckled and stood up throwing the bag onto the floor. "who the fuck do you think you are little girl telling me what to fucking do, i don't see your mother telling me to get out." I scoffed. "why don't you get out huh." He said tapping my shoulder."She don't want you, that's why she abandoned you." His words stung like hell. "You don't even fucking live here anymore." I said angrily. "And mom can't fucking tell you to get out because she's fucking unconscious from the drugs you fucking gave her." I said yelling by the end of the sentence and tears running down my face. "She was fucking 6 months clean asshole." I said breaking down and hitting him trying to push him out. Cole didn't take that lightly he ended up grabbing me by my hair and slapping me. "Don't you ever fucking touch me bitch, and it's not my fault your moms a junkie whore." He spit his words at me as if it were nothing. He through me roughly to the ground picking up my mothers limp body. "You see this bitch, i didn't fucking force her to take the herion, she did it all on her fucking own." He then through her body on top of me and sat down and watched his show.

// end of flashback //
y/n pov

I don't know what triggered that flashback but all i know is that after that flash back i woke up on my bed and it was the next day.

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sorry for the wait i've been busyyyy and random flashback i know but i want you all to better understand y/n and her past.