When a Lynx Meets a Leopard [Ash Lynx x fem reader]

Chapter 109: Surprises

Song: Wires
By: The Neighbourhood

(Y/n)'s POV

Sometimes I hate Ash. I hate how smart he is. I hate how well he can read people. I hate that he knows me well enough to basically be able to read my mind. I hate how he wont accept help of any kind.

He's suffocating me.

The nights he disappears, I stay up all night until I hear his footsteps in the hall, worried sick about the condition he'd return in. If he comes back at all. I've hardly eaten in months, stress and fear diminishing my appetite. I know he's the one suffering here, but that's hard to understand when I cant even remember when I last ate an actual meal, or drank water.

When my birthday rolled around, I had lost my patience.

Ash had mysteriously disappeared the night before, and I was angry.

Eiji, Shorter and Sergei had things planned for me. A welcome distraction from all the shit that's happened recently. We all went out for brunch at my favourite place, then Eiji and I went shopping in downtown Manhattan. He insisted on paying for everything, despite my best attempts to deter him. I let him get me a pair of beautiful (favourite stone) earrings and a new (dress/suit). However, I planned to send him a portion of the money back later.

When we returned to the apartment, I could tell something was up. Eiji was unusually giggly the closer we got. I acted surprised when the door opened to a group of people all jumping up with streamers and party poppers shouting 'Happy Birthday!'. The room had been cleaned, and redecorated with party decorations.

At the front of this cheerful gaggle was Sing, a massive grin on his face and an even bigger party hat strapped to his head. In his hands was a beautiful red box, a white envelope was stuck to the top with tape. He thrust the box into my hands, pulling me further into the apartment the moment my shoes were off my feet.

Sing practically forced me to sit down on the sofa, cradling the box in my lap. He sat on the coffee table in front of me, his knees up to his chest, arms on top. "Open it, (Y/n)!" He motioned to the box with his head. I chuckled, removing the envelope carefully and opening it. The card inside was hand-made. The words 'Happy Birthday (Y/n)!' painted on the front in bright glitter glue. I smiled up at him, and he looked cautiously back unsure of what I was thinking. Inside the card read,

'To (Y/n)

Happy Birthday. Have a grate day.
(P.S. I hope you lik the cackes.)

From, Sing :)'

I thanked Sing for the card, complimenting him on his handwriting, despite the spelling errors. Eiji looked proudly at Sing, giving the young man a thumbs up of approval.
"I wrote that by myself, Eiji didn't help me at all." Sing confessed proudly, looking at me, then Eiji, then allowing his eyes to wander to Shorter. Shorter gave him an approving nod, and the joy that overcame Sing spread throughout the room.

The part was great, and everyone seemed to have an amazing time. We played party games, like pass the parcel which Sing had organised with the help of Eiji. The prize in the middle was a water gun, and a packet of twizlers.

After a few hours, people started going home. Shorter was the last to leave, meaning that it was me, my brother, Eiji and Sing left in the apartment. Some of the older guys had given Sing mkre alcohol then they let on, so he was staying the night instead of going home.

Once everyone else was settled down for the night, I went into the kitchen sort out the food and rubbish that was left. Beer cans, paper plates and napkins covered the kitchen floor in a thick carpet. At this point I was tired, so just started shoveling the rubbish into bin bags and piling them up by the door.

And hour later, six bin bags sat next to the door and a stack of washing up towered over the sink. It was midnight, so I was being as quite as I could as not to wake everyone up. My efforts were in vain, however, when someone very loudly opened the door, slamming it shut behind them.

I picked up a knife from the kitchen counter, wiping it clean on a tea towel before going to confront this intruder.

"(Y/n)!" Ash's voice called out from the living room. "Keep your fucking voice down, Sing and Eiji are sleeping." The anger from earlier starting to bubble up again. My grip on the knife tightened.

Ash was walkinh across the living room, stripping off his shirt as we headed towards our room. I scowled as it fell to the floor, the spots of red all to obvious. Before Ash could reach out to open the bedroom door, I slipped infront of him, blocking the way. "(Y/n)? What's the matter?" He asked, placing his hand on top of mine against the handle. He tried to open the door, and I pushed him away. "What is the matter? And what's with the knife? You haven't dropped it yet." Ash tried to lift my chin with his fingers, but I moved my head away before he could touch me. "You're not welcome here, please leave." I responded, stretching my fingers before curling them back around the knife.

"What do you mean?"
"I meant what I said. Leave." I repeated myself, slightly louder this time. He just looked at me in confusion, so I made it even clearer. "Get. Out!" My voice echoed through the apartment, no doubt waking everyone up. "No! I live here. I own this fucking apartment. I can come and go as I please." He snapped back, just as loud, trying again to push past me. "(Y/n), let me past. I'm tired, and I need to wash this off. I don't want to hurt you." Ash sighed, gesturing towards the dried blood on his hands.

"No. I don't want you here. Get out of this apartment." I replied, bringing the knife up towards his neck. He sighed again, putting his hands up in surrender. "Okay, fine. I'll go. Message me when I'm welcome back."

Ash took one step towards the door before spinning back around before
I had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. Noticing this, he grabbed the kitchen knife out of my hand and pinned me against the bedroom door. My eyes widened as he touched the blade to my throat, a steady dribble of blood sliding down my neck.

"Ash?" I choked, taken aback by his display. His eyes were hard as he looked down at me, pressing the knife down a little harder despite my attempts to him push back. He was stronger than me, and he knew that.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I whimpered, trying to push him away with one hand, the other on the door knob. The blood coming from my neck increased from a dribble to a small stream as the blade cut deeper.

His expression didn't change. It felt like he wanted me to suffer. This wasn't the smart, funny Ash I had grown to love. I let go of his arm, and the doorknob and just closed my eyes. I was tired, if he was going to kill me, the so be it.

There are worse ways to go, I suppose.

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I am not used to writing on my phone, lmao but yk what? I updated... finally.
Sorry of this chapter isn't up to standard, it was rushed but hey, it's something  

Have a wonderful day/night
~Author ❤