James Patrick March x reader

CHAPTER 22: Liz the Queen coming through

I couldn't believe it. How could he not tell me. I felt disgusted. not only by his fetish but also by his actions. If he had been honest with me, things would have been a little different.

I ran to my room, tears falling from my face. I could barely see where I was going, but that didn't slow me down. As fate would find rather amusing I guess, I ran straight into that dammed detective.

"Woah!" He called out and cought me in his arms. Of course he realized who I was almost imediatley.

"Oh for fucks sake. I don't wanna have to deal with you right now." I spat and struggled against his grip.

"You've got some explaining to do!" He stated impatiently.

"No the fuck I don't. Unhand me this instant!" I yelled but his grip didn't loosen. "You've brought this onto yourself." I said spat him in the face and bit down on his hand.

"Ow Fuck!" He yelled and let go of me.

"Mind yo own business!" I yelled and ran to my room.

I didn't hear from him after that. Not that I would've apologized or anthing. I wanted to be alone. That actually worked for the first couple of days. No one came to bother me. Not the Countess nor James or anyone else. I laid in the bathtub, thinking about all kinds of things, but just when I decided to starve myself and see what happens, there was a knock on the door. I didn't answer, I didn't even bother coming out of the tub.

"Y/N?" I heard someone say and knock again. It was Liz. "Y/N please. I haven't seen you in a while. I doubt you're dead, but please answer me." She said sadly.

"Go away Liz." I yelled but instantly the doorhandle started to turn.

The door opened and Liz came in. "God it's like an animal's cave in here." She said and coughed.

"Yeah. I thought this shithole had room cleaning." I joked.

"What is up with you?" Liz asked as she came closer to the bathroom. "And how long have you been marinating in that for?" She asked and adverted her eyes.

"Can't remember. But the water's gone cold." I said and reluctantly got up.

Liz threw me a towel and went back to the actual room. She started cleaning my mess up.

"Hey! Stop that. I wanna keep my chaos!" I said annoyed.

"Calling the exterminator costs extra. I don't think you can afford that." She said and continued.

"What do you want Liz?" I asked and plopped onto the bed.

"This hotel has enough hooligans as it is. I don't want you to become one of them." She sighed.

"No problem. I'll leave. Wouldn't want to die here anyway." I sighed angrily.

"Stop that. Don't you dare leave me alone in this shithole." Liz complained.

"Then come with me. We can leave together." I said with a weak smile.

She rolled her eyes at me and sat down next to me. "What happened?" She asked as she took my wet, crumpled hand into hers.

"I don't even know where to begin." I sighed. "I talked to Elizabeth, she said it's fine if I don't wanna fuck the meal, but then she told me that James is a necrophile and I confronted him after telling him about that shit detective. And he couldn't even confirm, or deny damn he couldn't even fucking look at me Liz." I cried and she hugged me. "Let go of me. You'll get all wet." I said and sniffled.

"Hell I haven't been wet for a while." She laughed and let go.