Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

32.I love you

(♡ This was a crazzyyyy chapter to write. I hope you guys enjoy it. There's A LOT going on and a little surprise in the end ♡) (Warning: Smut,explicit sexual content,violence,gore, weapons.)

There's an extremely loud bang that startles me out of my sleep,causing me to sit up in bed automatically. I look over to realize that Jacob isn't in the bed with me.After all the drama with Timothée last night,I needed sleep.I pull on a sweater and walk out the bedroom.

It's so quiet that I start to wonder,if I'm the only one here.Where is everybody?

"Elle? Jacob?" I call out. "Anybody here?" My voice trials and I get no response.

Then suddenly I hear a voice,making me stop dead in my tracks.

"Go get her." I hear a manly voice I don't recognize say.

Who is that?

I hear another person's footsteps,and I stand still.Unsure of what's going on, but too scared to find out.Is someone breaking in?I hear the footsteps getting closer to the hallway and I can't move because of these fucking creaky wooden floors.Then all at once,an older man stands in front of me.Who the fuck is this? And why am I all alone?

"I found one of them." The strange man squints at me, yelling over to the man in the other room,his lips curling into a terrifying smile.

"Who-Who are you? What do you want?" I back away,a bad feeling settling in my chest.

"Bring her out here." The other man approaches.

And in an aggressive gesture,one of the men is dragging my by me arm to the living room and tosses me to the couch.I am terrified.I don't know these people and I am sure with everything in me,that something sinister is going on.

"Stay outside on the look out for the rest.." He says to the man who dragged me out here.

These men want something and I don't know what it is.

"Miss Chalamet..you're a pretty little thing,aren't ya?" He starts getting closer to me. "I'm one of your dads old friends. Tom and I go way back." He stares at me.

This can't be good.

"See,I was a member of the rosebuds once. My name is Vince. I was raised in that cult that your father runs now." He explains, with a scary look in his eyes. "Tom and I were good friends, my daughter was a part of the rosebuds as well and my wife. But do you want to know what happened to my daughter?" His face twitches as he forces out a smile that is haunting.

My body is frigid and still and I am unable to blink.

"I lost my daughter to the cult.Tom had her trafficked. She did those disgusting practices and acts that the cult requires,and one day she went missing just for me to find out, YOUR FATHER orchestrated it all!" He screams the last part so loudly, that the mirror behind him shakes.

"Sir,I am sorry. I really am..but Tom's not my actual father and as you know,being a part of the cult in the first place wasn't something I chose-" I try to explain fearfully,before Timothée's yell cuts in

"AMELIA? AMELIA WHERE ARE YOU?" He screams frantically,running out through the hallway.

I feel a wave of ease and the sound of Timothee's voice.He must have heard the screaming.He looks relieved when his eyes land on me,before he looks over at the man standing above of me.

"Get the FUCK away from her." Timothée starts to stomp over to him and shields my body with his,while clenching his fist into a ball.

"Here comes the other Chalamet. Just who I was looking for." He laughs maniacally at Timothée,while holding a concealed weapon in his hand. "Look at you. Handsome just like his Daddy." Vince looks Timothée up and down.