||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 3 |Sombody's Watching You|

"Hey, yo, man you need something?" Blake asked. But no one exited the truck or answered the question.

   
"What does he want?" Carly asked as if any of us had a clue.

"I don't know Carly, why don't you walk up and ask him," I said sarcastically.

"Whatever," Carly sneered.

"Hey can you turn off your lights, please?" Wade called to the truck once more, still favouring peace over violence - unlike some of us.

But again no answer, no movement, just nothing. Just barley past the blinding like I could see a hand hanging out the driver side window. I had to squint really hard to make it out, but it looked like the hand had a bunch of scars all around the wrist.

As if the man in the car could see me looking, he pulled his hand back inside.

"Ok, this is getting kinda creepy," Paige voiced what we were all thinking at this point.

"Hey come on, man. Get out of here. Nothing to see here. Let's go," Blake tried, but again to no success.

Wade stood up now, "can we help you," he asked again.

"Gee Wade, why don't you ask the psycho again? Maybe 3rd times a charm hmm," I shook your head.

"Maybe we're on his property," Carly proposed, which was very possible.

"No, we didn't pass a gate," Wade noted.

"Hey man, turn your lights off," Blake stood up now too.

"Hello?" Wade called out.

This was getting annoying to me, not the truck, the guys.

"Turn you lights off," Blake yelled like a broken record, "I'm serious man, turn your lights off or I'm gonna beat someone's ass."

"Blake, shut up!" I hissed, very much over this macho man shtick; and not looking forward to being murdered in my sleep. "

It's alright, it's cool man," Wade attempted to calm Blake down.

"What they our help or something?" But before my question could be answered, Nick stood up and whipped a mostly empty beer bottle at the truck, shattering the left headlight and the bottle instantly.

"Nick!" Carly and I yelled at him.

"Oh my god," Carly sighed in irritation as Nick walked over.

"What?" Dalton said, throwing up his arms.

"You guys are all assholes," I scoffed, walking over to the car.

"Y/N, get back over here," Jason raised his voice, startling me a bit. He rushed over to me grabbing hold of my wrist and attempting to pull you back to the group.

"I'm really sorry about my friends," I called to the person in the truck while I tried to free my arm. "A-are you alright? Do you need any help? 'Cause if so I'd be glad to."

All of a sudden, the truck began to slowly reverse, before driving off into the darkness.

"Yeah!" Dalton called out after it.

"Get off me," I thrashed, finally freeing your wrist from him, "that person might have actually needed our help," I said with utter frustration.

"Oh, Y/N the optimist over here!" He laughed,

"Fuck off Jason, seriously. I'm going to sleep," I paused, glancing at the small tent we'd pitched. "You can have the tent, I'm sleeping in the van."

"Y/N come on, I was just playing ar-"

"You're always 'just playing around' and it's fucking irritating."

I stormed off toward the van, but he followed, saying, "you know, this is why we broke up the first time, this stupid attitude of yours!"

"My attitude?" I gasped, "as if," I let out low laughed, not amused, just baffled by the man's ignorance.

"I broke up with you because you're a dick, you are literally one of the worst kinds of people out there," I started to raise your voice as I crawled into the Van.

"Oh yea? And what kid of person is that that?" His tone of voice matched mine.

"The kind of person who can't take accountability for their own stupid, selfish and violent actions, and doesn't care about anybody but their narcissistic self!"

He scoffed, "you're gonna regret saying that."

"Oh I'm so scared."

"You should be," he said coldly, a dead look in his eye.

Fuck you Jason, we're done! Do you hear me? Fucking done," I slammed the van door closed and locked it.

I couldn't believe I had finally done it.

Jason punched the door, only hurting his hand and proving my point, before walking off to his tent for the night.

I put my headphones back on, trying to forget about the events of the night and sleep. I hit play, the song Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell came on, lulling me to sleep with its eerie tune.

At some point in the night I had rolled over and my headphones fell off. But the lack of music wasn't what woke me. There was a kind of metal clanking sound coming from the front of the van, followed by the sharp crack of a branch snapping just outside.

Sleepily I opened my eyes. "Holy shit!" I yelled, I could've sworn I saw a camera peaking through the window. "God damn it Dalton, screw off creep," I waved off the person I assumed was Dalton.

Little did I know, someone else was there that night, someone was watching. Like an animal stalking its prey. Waiting for the perfect time to attack.

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