Delusional ((Yandere Howleen Wolf x Human! F! Reader))

Chapter 26:

You woke in the night to pressure on your chest. Looking down with tired eyes, you could make out the form of Howleen sleeping on your chest. You gasped and quickly sat up, alarm bells ringing in your ear.

"Get off!" You whisper-yelled, trying to wake Howleen but staying quiet enough to allow the house, as if it were alive, to rest.

Howleen shot up at the tone of your voice, and she smiled sleepily. "What time is it?" She asked.

"Time for you to-" You stopped yourself. Displeasing Howleen wasn't an idea you were fond of.

She perked her head up as you spoke, and she stared with a sincere smile as she waited for you to finish.

"To....To make me something to eat." You cleared your throat. "I'm hungry. You said you'd take care of me like you did in our past life."

She nodded. "Okay, what would you like?"

"A-A sandwich..." It came out as mumble this time. You seemed less and less sure of your actions and words towards Howleen. She was obviously very mentally ill, and you were almost certain that she'd turn against you at any moment.

She stood from the bed, and you watched her walk across the mattress and lightly jump off the end. Then, she quietly walked to the kitchen to make you your requested sandwich.

Howleen hummed to herself as she assembled the meat and cheese, drowning out any other noise that could have made its way to her ears. She grinned widely.

This time, she only had to make one sandwich, whereas before, she had to make two. One for you, and one for Twyla. But now that Twyla was gone, Howleen was positive that things between you and her would become better.

She could only hope, at least.

Howleen brought the sandwich back to you and watched as you ate quickly. Despite you not being hungry, you didn't want to be the next Twyla, so you ate and acted pleased while doing so.

"Thank you." You passed the plate to her and watched as she silently walked it back to the kitchen of your now shared home. Once she had returned, you curled up underneath the blankets to save yourself from the cold. Howleen followed your motions and quickly hugged you from behind, allowing you to be her personal heater.

"Goodnight." She mumbled sweetly.

You cringed. "Goodnight."

You stood in your shower the next morning. You took a deep inhale and relaxed your muscles to the heated water that poured down your body. It was a new day, you decided, and you figured living with Howleen couldn't be too bad. She was a high-school student. Surely it couldn't be that bad?

You changed your mind immediately when the bathroom door opened. Howleen gasped and quickly shut the door before yelping out a loud 'I'm sorry!'.

You sighed and looked downwards, allowing the water to flood your face. God, why did everything have to be so difficult?!

You stepped out from the shower soon after, and you wrapped a towel around your naked, soaked body and made your way to your room. Howleen sat on your bed with a red face. You raised a brow.

"You good?" You asked, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Yeah! O-Of course!"

She shot up and rushed to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the cold bedroom you had missed so much.

You sighed. Being in your own home was still so surreal to you. It was beyond anything you could have comprehended.

You assumed that Howleen had jumped in the shower, seeing as she hadn't returned to the room you two had stayed in together. You towel dried your skin and hair before slowly making your way to your closet. You chose an outfit for the day, something simple and comfortable to allow your body and mind to ease.

The past few weeks or days, you weren't sure which one it was, really, had been absolute hell for you. Now, it was the same hell just brought to your home instead of an eerie cabin in the woods.

Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing seemed to click in your head. Nothing seemed like it was meant to be understood. Every thing, every person, every action, it all was something you couldn't comprehend.

They say everything boils down to one thing: comprehension. Perspective. Personalized understandment.

With that train of thought, maybe you weren't kidnapped? More so, what if you really were a goddess? What if Howleen was right?

That still didn't change your feelings towards her. You were stuck between pity and hate, and you weren't sure which one would be a good enough label.

You sighed and threw your towel in the dirty laundry bin.

If everything was just how you comprehended it, then maybe it was possible to change it.

Maybe you could even change Howleens thoughts. Maybe you could change her ideas, her actions, and her very existence.

It was a thought, for sure.

And it was definitely worth pondering over.