Roller Skates [Yandere Mafia x Reader]

Chapter 18 - Gift from above

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, the familiar chime of the doorbell interrupted the tranquility of my home. With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, I made my way to the door.

Upon opening it, I was greeted by the sight of a beautifully adorned gift box sitting on the doorstep, adorned with an elegant bow. 

Its presence sparked a flurry of questions in my mind, but without hesitation, I carefully retrieved the box and closed the door behind me, ensuring my privacy.

With a sense of anticipation, I gently removed the ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Nestled within was a delicate note, its words penned with care.

"Everything I do, I do for you," the message declared, its meaning lingering in the air as I contemplated its significance.

With trembling hands, I unwrapped the package, revealing an exquisite necklace placed atop the wrapping paper. Yet, beneath this beautiful adornment lay another layer, hinting at an additional surprise. As I cautiously peeled back the layers, my heart sank at the sight before me.

Is that...

Is that an ear?

A shiver ran down my spine as I uncovered an ear, a gruesome discovery that sent a wave of fear coursing through me. With trembling fingers, I continued to unwrap the package, my hands trembling as I unveiled the horrifying truth.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the severed head nestled within the wrapping, its lifeless gaze staring back at me. Terror gripped me as I realized the unthinkable: it was Vera's head, a ghastly testament to the darkness lurking beneath the surface.

I doubled over, overcome by nausea, and retched uncontrollably. The horror of the sight I had witnessed left me trembling with fear and revulsion. 

After managing to compose myself, I retreated to a safe distance, seeking solace in the sanctuary of my own space.

Hours passed, but the memory of the grisly discovery continued to haunt me. Restless and anxious, I paced back and forth in my room, grappling with a sense of unease that refused to dissipate.

Eventually, I found myself back in the kitchen, the scene of the dreadful revelation. To my astonishment, the box had vanished, leaving no trace behind. Only the note remained, a chilling reminder of the sinister events that had unfolded.

"Oh god" I muttered under my breath

As I laced up my skates, I couldn't shake the images of the severed head from my mind. The gruesome discovery had left me shaken, but I was determined not to let it consume me.

"Focus on the present," I reminded myself, pushing aside the lingering fear and uncertainty.

Stepping onto the smooth ice of the skating rink, I took a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill my lungs. The familiar sensation of gliding across the ice brought a sense of calm, momentarily easing the tension that had been building inside me.

As I skated alone, the rhythmic motion of my movements became almost meditative. With each turn and twist, I allowed myself to become fully immersed in the moment, pushing aside the dark thoughts that threatened to intrude.

For a brief moment, I allowed myself to forget the horrors of the day and simply revel in the joy of skating.

"Excuse me?" I exclaimed, my attention caught by the approach of a short, impeccably dressed woman. Detective Tennison's sharp eyes held a blend of determination and empathy as she walked toward me.

"Uh, hi," I responded tentatively, unsure of what to expect from her.

"My name is Detective Tennison," she introduced herself, her voice carrying an air of authority tempered with understanding. "I wanted to talk to you about someone you've been hanging around, Luka?"

My initial wariness intensified at the mention of Luka's name, but Detective Tennison's calm demeanor helped to ease some of my apprehension.

"No," I replied, my tone cool but guarded, wary of revealing too much.

"Ma'am, I need you to understand something," Detective Tennison continued, her gaze steady as she sought to convey the seriousness of the situation.

My frustration with the authorities boiled to the surface, fueled by memories of past disappointments. 

"I don't need to understand a thing," I retorted sharply. "You people were nowhere to be found when I needed the police over and over again, and yet here you are."

Detective Tennison's expression softened, her eyes reflecting genuine empathy as she listened to my grievances. "Ma'am, I understand your frustration," she acknowledged, her voice calm and reassuring. "But this isn't about that."

Her words struck a chord within me, prompting a moment of introspection. Despite my lingering distrust, I couldn't help but sense a glimmer of hope in Detective Tennison's approach.

"Is it? We are done here," I asserted, my resolve firm as I signaled an end to our conversation. Despite my reservations, I couldn't shake the feeling that Detective Tennison might just be different from the others.

As I turned to leave, her voice cut through the air, sharp and ominous.

"I heard about your upcoming wedding. Once you walk down that aisle, there's no coming back," Detective Tennison's words echoed in my mind, adding an unsettling weight to an already heavy situation.

Feeling overwhelmed, I hurried away, the weight of her warning pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. I needed to talk to someone, anyone, to make sense of the chaos swirling inside me.

With trembling hands, I dialed Sarah's number, desperation creeping into my voice as I asked her to meet me at her house. I needed her guidance, her reassurance, more than ever.

Arriving at Sarah's doorstep, I must have looked as shaken as I felt, for her eyes widened in concern as she took in my disheveled appearance.

"Hey, girl, wow, you look messed up," she remarked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

I blinked, momentarily forgetting the turmoil that must have been evident in my appearance. "I... I have to talk to you about something," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Is it Luka?" Sarah's question cut through the tension, her intuition already honing in on the heart of the matter.

"Kinda, the cops came yesterday and asked if I saw him. I said no and slammed the door," I recounted, the events of the previous day still fresh in my mind.

"Yeah, you told me that," Sarah replied, her expression sympathetic as she ushered me inside her home. We settled onto her couch, the familiar comfort of her living room providing some solace amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

"Yeah... This morning, I got a box. It was wrapped like a gift box, and inside was Vera's head," I confessed, my voice trembling with shock and disbelief.

"Oh my god," Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in horror.

"Yeah, I paced around. I knew I couldn't call the police, so I just... I just sat in my room. When I came out, the box was gone," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper as I recounted the surreal experience.

"What?" Sarah exclaimed, her brow furrowing in confusion as I handed her the note that had accompanied the grisly package.

"Oh... Did you tell anyone?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"No, but it gets worse. Remember how I like rolling around when I get sad or just like going to parks?" I explained, a sense of dread creeping over me.

"Did something happen there too?" Sarah inquired, her worry palpable.

"I was approached by a detective. What the hell is going on?" I questioned, the uncertainty of the situation weighing heavily on my mind.

"Oh dear, I'll make some tea," Sarah offered, rising from the couch with a sense of urgency.

As I sat on her couch, I couldn't help but contemplate what to do next, the unanswered questions swirling around me like a dark cloud.