Love's Final Cut [Yandere Slasher x Reader]

[4] Open the door

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Warning: Blood/gore, pain for (Name), Pain for Norman, fear and stress, an overbearing mother, crying

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"Leave me alone!" I yelled back flinching as Norman started to bang on the door. He started to scream as his mother, the force of his fist on the door shook it in its frame.

"Open the door whore! I won't let you have my son!" Norman screamed as his mother on the other end of the door. I watched as the door started to crack open at the force he was pushing on the door.

"Stop it!" I yelled pushing my frame against the door. I placed both of my hands on the door pushing with all my body weight but I could feel Norman throwing his whole weight against the door.

"Open this door right now!" The psychotic man yelled making tears prick my eyes. There was no way out of this situation. The window was too small to climb out of, there were no weapons, and Norman would soon break down the door.

I was about to beg for my life or try to convince Norman out of his psychotic breakdown but was stopped when a knife came through the door. I didn't have time to pull my hand away before I had a knife grazing my hand.

I screamed pulling my hand to my chest and backing away from the door. It took a few moments of me looking down at my bloody hand before the pain seared through the wound. I whimpered and pressed at the wound trying to stop the bleeding.

Norman's deranged screaming stopped so the room was only filled with my pained whimper.

"H-Hello?" I heard Norman call in his normal voice after a while. I was still nursing my hurt hand so I didn't answer him. I was just too distracted to pay any attention to him while I was squeezing my hand hoping the blood would stop coming out.

"Oh my god, did my mother hurt you?!" I heard him yell from the other side. I glanced up seeing him peeking his eye through the knife HE made.

I held back the urge to yell at him that he was the one who hurt me, but I held back when I realized something. I could probably convince him to let me go or at least leave me be long enough to make a break to my car.

"Your mother stabbed my hand," I said simply, loosening the grip on my hand to show him the bleeding cut.

"She really-" He paused, "No she would never, she she-" He stopped as I stood up and opened the door. I was faced with a crazed man wearing a surprised expression at my bold decision to open the door.

I looked up at him, my clothes stained with blood and rainwater. "Norman, I understand you love your mother but she hurt me. She needs help Norman, help you can't give her." I demanded still clenching my cut hand.

"O-Oh." He stuttered out before glancing down at the blood dripping from between my fingers. "She really hurt you..." He said softly, sadness in his eyes as he stared at my blood.

"I'm so sorry." He said with such deep sadness it surprised me. He reached out for me but stopped when I flinched away. He pulled his hand back to his chest and stepped away.

"Sorry-I mean, here. Let me help you get cleaned up." He said again, this time offering his hand. I noted his willingness to help and thought for a moment.

Maybe I could ask him to grab some bandages and that would give me a chance to run. It was worth a shot.

"Alright," I said slowly watching his eyes fill with determination as he quickly led me away. He led us into the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and placed my bleeding hand under the water.

I jumped at the sudden sensation before relaxing watching all the blood drip away. I felt his hand on my shoulder as he looked for something in the cabinets. It was almost like he was making sure I was still here like he knew I wanted to run and wouldn't let me.