Kylie's POV
As I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, frustration etched across my face. "Babe! Y/N, I swear if I have to redo my makeup and hair again!" I exclaimed, feeling exasperated by Y/N's antics.
Throughout the day, Y/N had been an utter nuisance, and it was only 12 P.M. I had already gone through the whole glam process twice. Y/N seemed to find joy in playing pranks on me since morning. It all began when I woke up to find my bed covered with fake rats. And it didn't end there; my breakfast turned out to be all cake, and my toiletries were mysteriously replaced with fruits.
I even found my underwear drawer empty, and when I tried to use the hair dryer, it blew flour all over me. Later, Y/N smushed pie onto my face, scattered whoopee cushions everywhere, and just a moment ago, I got drenched with water as soon as I opened the bathroom door.
"Admit it, it was hilarious," Y/N said, emerging from his hiding place in fits of laughter. His continuous pranks were slowly wearing my patience thin. I mean, I love him, but sometimes I feel like I'm married to a child. It's almost as if I could be mistaken for a pedophile given how immature he's being.
"You might wanna get cleaned up, skip the makeup, and get into a messy bun, 'cause it ain't over yet!" Y/N taunted as he rushed out of the room, likely planning yet another prank to bring even more misery to my life.
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An hour had passed, and an unusual silence hung in the air, a stark contrast to the morning's chaos. Y/n was nowhere to be found, and even the kids seemed oddly quiet.
"Y/n!?" I called out, receiving no response. Growing concerned, I tried calling his phone, but it didn't connect, and his location was turned off. This wasn't a typical prank; something felt off.
I carefully searched the entire house, opening doors cautiously and stepping back quickly, not knowing what to expect. "Y/n, this isn't funny," I murmured anxiously as I combed through each room.
When I stepped outside into the backyard, it was eerily empty. The pool, the kids' playhouse, and their playset were all abandoned. I checked the garage; all the cars were there, including Y/n's and the kids' bikes. It seemed like nobody had left the premises.
Sitting back down in the lounge, I tried calling Y/n again, but there was still no response. The sudden knock on the door startled me. When I opened it, there was nothing but a bunch of dead roses on the ground. Feeling unsettled, I found a blank card among the flowers and discarded it, convinced this was another one of Y/n's sick pranks. However, something nagged at me:
"Y/n isn't smart enough to plan something like this," I muttered to myself, considering the peculiar situation.
Suddenly, there was another knock, this time on the kitchen glass sliding doors. As I looked up, no one was there, just a lone red balloon hovering ominously.
"Shit," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest, as I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.
I hurriedly grabbed my phone and searched for any car key I could find, but the key holder was empty. The sound of footsteps coming down the steps caught my attention, and as I turned around, there was no one there.
I felt like I was losing my mind. I tried to reason with myself, blaming it on too much caffeine or hormones, but none of it made sense. I decided to head outside, thinking it might feel safer there. But when I tried to open the front door, it wouldn't budge, and panic started to set in. How could I feel claustrophobic in such a spacious house?
"Mommy?" I heard Stormi's voice, and relief washed over me.
"Stormi! Where's your dad?" I asked, pulling her into my arms and moving to the kitchen, hoping to find a weapon if needed.
