Whirlpool- A Stray Kids x Reader (OT8) Fanfic

Chapter twenty six

(non edited)

Wraning: harassement towards the end of the chapter as well as kidnapping ( not so rought, just though to warn you all)

Word count: 2056
Enjoy!

"Finished." - (y/n) sighed, putting the last piece of paper into one of the drawers and pushing it back to it's place. She packed away everything in her room, as if nothing would have happened a day before.
The door creeked open as she silently rushed out of the apartment, making sure none of the boys noticed her disappearance. They talked to her less than before, indicating that they clearly didn't care and didn't eant to be involved inher life. Little did they know, that they were actually a huge part of the girl's life, she just kept it a secret in front of them, by telling them her little but effective lies time to time. She came to the point where lying was a game to her and she was the best player in it, always telling the story how she wanted to form it, knowing that nobody can prove the opposite. It was irrelevant to her, that the boys only talked to her during her shift. She didn't care. The only thing she cared about was herself and the other three. It pained her to let the boys go, knowing that they will never ever understand her life, knowing that they are waiting for the perfect time to kick her out, to report them to someone who would believe them.
She swung her light blue tote bag on her shoulder, putting on a happy face, pretending to be okey in front of the public. She went for a walk, only looking into some shops and coming out of them without buying anything. With her periferic eyesight she saw someone following her, watching her every step, staring at her usual beige coat swaying on her back in the light breeze.
"May I help you, young man? " - she turner atound catching the one behind her completely offguard. His gaze darted towards her eyes, his shocked face turning into a more serious one.
"Well of course. The only thing you could help me with would be handing yourself over to us. " - he smirked, pointing at the black Mercedes parking some meters away from them.
"My father sent you, didn't he? You and the others were the ones who broke into our apartment... Great. I am going to tell you one last time, I am not willing to talk to my father at any time soon, so you should go and report that to him and never come back. " - (y/n) said with a straight face, struggling to keep her cool. She turned away to sinply just continue her little cruise but the man didn't give up so easily.
"You are going nowhere. You father demanded for you, and if you don't show up, our lives will end." - he grabbed onto her arm, holding her tight, not planning on letting her go.
"I am aware of the strict rules of the mafia, regarding that, I still won't go. Why would I ever want to save your life? Have I ever wanted to save anybody's life? No. Then with this being said, I shall go home now. " - she tried to effortlessly pull away. In her mind, wild thoughs were running in circles. She was too excited to meet her father, she wanted to say those three words to his face, she never wanted to say before. And these words, forming a simple sentence were: " I hate you. " But she wanted to say a lot more than that. She wanted to be viewed as who she really was by her father, even if that meant her life to completely change or even be on the line. She was eager to risk what she had on her, her life, her friends, her family. Or her so called family. She felt like a maniac for the first time in her life, the adrenaline driving her to agree on going with the mafia member holding onto her tightly. She let all her efforts of stopping the mafia from reaching out to her, go to waste, she didn't care about what she already told the others about not wanting to meet her father. Nonethless she lied to them, accepting that she was born to be a deceiver.
"Let me go, or do you perhaps want a street fight? " - she joked, letting him toss her closer to the car. The man didn't speak a single word, only looked at the woman with pity. He had two children and he would have never done anything similar to them that what has already been done to (y/n) when she was much, much younger.

"Good afternoon Young Mistress."-the driver of the car beamed at her, as she took her seat at the back, the soft, black leather sinking under her tiny body.