A R T < 3 (Reader x Art)

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You instantly fell to the ground feeling helpless.

Your head was in your knees and you were balling.

You didn't want to look.

He walked over to you and tapped your shoulder.

"Leave me the fuck alone I hate you." You yelled.

He kept tapping you.
You ignored him so he grabbed you by the arm aggressively. Forcing you to get up then pointed at the wall.

The knife was stuck into the wall.
The door was open
And Sienna was gone.

He never really stabbed her.
He just wanted to scare both of you.
He stabbed into the wall beside her head then let her go like you asked him to.

"Your a fucking asshole." You cried and slapped him across the face.

He itched his head in confusion then opened his mouth wide and did the sign language for 'your welcome'

"Yeah thanks.." You said with a monotone voice then walked over and sat onto your couch in defeat.

"This feels really wrong now."

He raised his brows.

"I don't know what to do."

You knew you couldn't leave him even if you wanted to. That would most likely result in death.
You didn't really want to leave him tho, you felt a sick attachment you couldn't rationalize.
But the guilt overwhelmed you.
You didn't want to see people close to you die.

Your phone started to ring.
It was Ryan.
You completely forgot about him.

Art handed you the phone and already accepted call before you could decline.

"Hey (Y/N) what's going on? You okay? Haven't heard from you since everything."

"I'm fine." You said shakily.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing Ryan. I'm fine. Just tired. Nows not really a good time."

"Your worrying me (Y/N) do I need to come do a wellness check?"

"No! I'm fine why does everyone think something's wrong? Have you talked to sienna?"

"No. Why?"

"Well you should. I got to go."

"Wait-" you hung up the phone before he could finish.
You didn't care much but you had to keep your distance from him too because Art definitely wouldn't hold back.

You were surprised he didn't kill Sienna when he had the chance.

That was showing something positive you thought.
He didn't kill her for you.
That was progress.

You threw the phone down and sat on Art's lap, wrapping you arms around him tightly with your head on his shoulder. Buried into his neck.

"Please don't leave me."

He nodded his head in agreement, placed his hand on the back of your head, then kissed your forehead.

He held you tight as he spaced off.

He looked over suddenly to the other side of the couch and shook his head no.

"What?" You asked
Then looked over.

"Art.. Who is that?" You asked cautiously.

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