No More Tears (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

Act 1 - Chapter 10 - Lure

Author Note: Purple haired girl (Natasha)'s father is Chief of police station. (mentioned in end of Chap 9) Also, do you guys think I should space out the writing a bit more? Since I write on a PC for me, more words can fit onto one sentence, so my intended spacing becomes screwed up.

The door leading to Y/n's room silently opened, revealing a small teen, who only was about half the height of the door, equipped with an oversized navy-blue hoodie and black jogging bottoms. The hoodie and vermillion hair obscured her face as she slowly crept towards the latter.

As the younger of the two navigated her way through the dark and decrepit room, Y/n's gaze stuck firmly on the once orange haired teen. "I thought..... I thought you were dead...." he paused, unsure how to continue after mentally betraying the figure in front of him.

"Did Derrick let you leave? No... It's not like him to leave loose ends... You must have dealt with him somehow... Did you incapacitate him?" he blurted out, his ramblings becoming faster and faster.

The small teen grew near, her features now visible to the the boy, who started to weep after seeing her countenance. A lucid smile was aimed towards Y/n. The girl was smiling. Smiling after all she'd gone through.

Most of her face, except for her right eye and mouth were bandaged up, blood breaking free from it's captor staining them red. The same was true for the rest of her body that he could see, hands, ankles, all covered in a plethora of red gauze. A circular patch of white material remained, in the place her left eye used to be.

The small teen grew close to the boy, who further shrivelled up into the corner of his bed in response, he felt immense guilt for forsaking her. He really gave up on her. It was painfully clear that the so called "torture" that he'd been going through was not even comparable to what had been forced upon her.

A squeaky noise erupted from the bed as the small figure climbed onto his bed on advancing towards the tall teen. Red blotches were left in her wake as she reached towards him, enveloping him in a heart wrenching embrace. 

"It's alright now Y/n... I'm here... I can protect you from that whore..." she paused, looking up towards the male to gauge his reaction, "I've dealt with Derrick. He won't be bothering us anymore. Next up is that... bitch...." she calmly stated, her teeth grinding with anger at the last word.

Y/n attempted to speak to the girl, respond, say anything, but was unable. How could he? The girl he'd forsaken had chosen to seek him out over immediate life saving care and had even promised to keep him safe! After all she'd been through, the only thought on her mind was to protect him? Not a word of blame about the pain she had suffered due to his corrupt friend.

"Dealt with him?" he mumbled, having already known the answer to his question. "He's dead. I killed him. I even stabbed his eye as he died, as he did to me!" she giggled whilst speaking, just recalling the moment had made her giddy with joy, a buzzing feeling enveloping her mind. The feeling... It was so addicting to the girl.

'I want to feel it again and again'  determinedly concluded the weak and horribly damaged girl. As Y/n surveyed her current appearance, he saw not a shred of the naïve girl she'd once been. A wide maniacal grin present on her countenance, the black pupil of her singular orb constantly shaking to and fro.

"I hear that... that bitch... forced you to do some unpleasant things..." she paused, avoiding direct eye contact with the boy, a blush hidden by the bloody rags on her face appearing, "I could make you... forget... about the experience... Only if you'd want of course! I wouldn't dare think about forcing you like that whore did!" she bashfully offered.'

'She's not the same Chloe I used to know... The look on her face when she mentioned Derrick's death and the pain she inflicted upon him before his demise... that look... It frightens me.'  he quickly analysed.