Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

YOU'RE NOT HIM... [M] (FINALE)

IT'S BEEN A few days since we left. We were staying in a motel in Dallas. Dad was acting weird and Gabriella missed home. He still never really explained what happened. He took our phones and Gabby's iPad.

I'm not sure what's happening, but I had to find out. It was night right now and everyone was sound asleep.

Moving slowly out of the bed, I grab a spare flashlight the motel provided. I carefully and quietly move to the door, opening it softly so I could get out.

Once I was in the clear, I did my best to try and find a phone. No one was awake as of right now, though, so it was especially hard.

Rushing to the other building with my flashlight on, I open the office door. I look around before seeing a computer. I rush over and search my dad's name. Many articles came up, showing how Gabriella and I were declared missing as of yesterday.

I had to scroll deep in the internet to see autopsy information on my dad. All his blood work and descriptions were proven that the man had to be Miguel O'Hara.

I don't know how, but... the man upstairs is not my dad.

Taking a deep breath, I mumbled obscenities before shutting off the computer. I go quickly back to the motel room, carefully opening the door a couple minutes later.

I go to my bed and wake Gabriella up.

She stirs awake and rubs her eyes, "What? What's happening?"

"Shh..." I shush her, "We're going to leave, okay?"

She looks to Dad who was sleeping.

"What about Papá?" She asked me, her eyebrows furrowed.

"He'll meet us there," I lie to her before picking her up, "C'mon."

Carrying her in my arms, I take one bag of my clothes and another bag of hers. I look around to try and find the keys.

A few seconds later, I find them, but because of all the things I was carrying, I dropped them on the floor.

"Fuck," I mutter.

Dad begins to stir awake, mumbling my name. He slowly begins to sit up.

"Shit," I let go of Gabby and crouch down, "Go to the car, Gabby. Run."

"What? Why?" She looks up at my through teary eyes.

"I know you're scared, but please go, Gabby—"

"Y/N? Gabby?" He looked at us both, confused. He began to stand up, "What are you doing?"

I picked the keys and Gabriella up quickly, leaving the luggage behind. I quickly grab a knife that was on the counter from the small kitchen in the room, holding it up.

"Don't come near us," I warn, slowly backing away towards the door, "Just let us leave. Please."

"Y/N, put the knife down..." he stands up, his arms raised as he slowly stalks towards me. His eyes looked red and his teeth looked sharp.

I shook my head, swinging at him. He moved back quickly.

"Leave us alone!" I shouted, "You're— you're not him..."

"Y/N, please, let's talk about this!" He tried to reason, coming closer. I swung at him once again.

"Don't come closer!" I shouted, tears flowing out my eyes, "I just want my dad! Where is he?!"

"I'm right here!"

"You're not my dad! You— you've got red eyes and sharp teeth and you can't remember shit! I've seen the articles and news, they're saying my dad is dead. I'm staring to believe you killed him."