We own you (Yandere!Creepypasta x Abused!Depressed!Reader)

Chapter 4

After the incident at school and the news that there were many serial killers roaming the city, I quickly headed home so I could pack some of my things and then leave the city. I had planned to leave during the night, since it was certain that my father was asleep and he would have no chance to stop me. And if luck was on my side for once in my life, he would be late from work and wouldn't have the energy to abuse me that night. When I got home I went directly to my room to get a backpack ready. I don't plan to take all my things with me, I will only take what I need such as identification documents, some clothes, money that I managed to save and that I had kept hidden from my father, some food and water.

I grabbed my cell phone from my pocket to set an alarm so I could wake up when it was after midnight. I lay down on my bed to take a nap, if I was going to leave the city in the early hours of the morning, it was necessary for me to be sufficiently rested.

***Time skip***

After a few hours, a sound woke me up. I grabbed my cell phone to turn off the alarm. It was around 3 in the morning, which meant a good time to get away from here. Thank god my father hadn't done anything to me during the entire time I was asleep.

I put on my shoes and grabbed my backpack. I slowly approached the door of my room to open it as slowly and quietly as possible. I went out into the hallway, which was all dark. I walked slowly trying not to make noise. I walked past my father's room to go downstairs, but stopped when I noticed the door to his room was open. I peeked my head into the room and saw that his bed was empty, and it seemed like no one had slept in it. This seemed strange to me, I know he arrives late sometimes, but it was the first time he would arrive much later. This made me very nervous, it was a sign that he would arrive at any moment and catch me trying to escape. I have to get out of here soon.

I quickly went down the stairs, and approached the front door. When I placed my hand on the handle it felt like it was wet. I grabbed my phone to turn on the flashlight, gasping when I saw that there was blood on the handle and on my hand. I also noticed that the door had a blood stain. I turned to look at the floor and saw that there were traces of blood leading to the kitchen. Feeling scared, I approached the kitchen and suddenly screamed and dropped my phone. The man who made my life hell was lying on the floor, he had several stab wounds in his torso. His belly was open, his intestines were coming out of there. His face had been cut into a huge smile and his eyelids had been burned. I took steps back, until I stopped when I felt something behind me.

-Do you like my gift, doll?- A hoarse voice whispered in my ear.

I let out a scream, and turned around quickly. Right behind me there was a boy (if that's what I could call him), he was taller than me. He was wearing a white hoodie that was stained with blood, black jeans and converse. He had long black hair that reached almost to the middle of his back. His skin was very white, whiter than paper. What made me tremble the most with fear was his face. He had blue eyes that were filled with instability. He had no eyelids and had two black spots around his eyes. His face had been cut into a permanent smile, small streams of blood were coming out of it.

-Did the cat eat your tongue? Or were you left speechless because of my beauty?- he asked as he smiled evilly.

-I know who you are, I've seen you on the news.- I answered him in a low voice. I started to take steps back while he followed me, I stopped when my back touched the kitchen counter.

-So? If that's the case, tell me what my name is.- He responded as he put his hands around me, trapping me against the counter.

-You are J-Jeffrey Woods, the boy who killed his family after losing his mind.

-That's right, but next time, don't you dare to call me that name. Call me Jeff.- He said while he caressed my cheek with his hand, smearing it with blood. -Now that I think about it, you better call me master.-