Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 9 - Again?

As I step into the room, I feel a surge of anticipation, my heart pounding with nervous energy. Taking a seat, I anxiously await the arrival of the doctor. When he finally appears, his words strike me like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves rippling across my face. 

"Sorry, I lost the test results," he confesses, his expression betraying a hint of regret.

"How about I just go home?" I suggest, the frustration evident in my voice.

"What? No, nonsense," Warren interjects, his tone firm.

"No, it's fine. I can just go," I insist, feeling a strong urge to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

"You don't have to," Warren replies, his voice tinged with concern.

"Besides, I need—" I begin, but Stefan rudely cuts me off.

"It's a dead diner. What exactly do you need from it that we don't provide?" he retorts, his words dripping with disdain.

"A lot, besides, that way when you have the results, you can just call me," I counter in a matter-of-fact tone, determined to stand my ground.

"Please don't. I really want you here. You can spend the extra time with the boys," Warren urges, his voice pleading.

"No thanks. I think we know each other well enough," I reply, my patience wearing thin.

"You're acting rude," Stefan accuses.

"No, I'm not. You're the rude one," I retort, the tension escalating as they all start arguing amongst themselves.

Fed up with the hostility, I declare, "You know what? I'm leaving," before storming towards my room.

But as I reach for the door, I realize with a sinking feeling that they've locked it, trapping me inside with their discord and my own growing sense of frustration.

I fumble with the doorknob for a moment before abruptly pivoting on my heel and striding towards the back door, my frustration palpable.

"Maybe we should all just relax. A drink might help cool us down," Warren suggests, descending the stairs with caution.

"No thanks," I reply curtly, my focus still fixed on the door as I continue to jiggle the handle, determined to find an exit.

The next day unfolds with an uneasy tension in the air as we gather around the table, each of us trying to maintain a facade of normalcy despite the palpable strain.

"You people are insane," I mutter under my breath, standing my ground and refusing to join them at the table, my arms crossed defiantly.

"Oh, please. You're the one throwing a temper tantrum over nothing," Stefan scoffs, his voice laced with irritation as he eyes me from across the room.

"Because you keep treating me like a child," I retort, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Stop acting like one, and I'll treat you like an adult," Julian interjects sharply, his tone cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife.

"Says the one acting like I'm the reincarnation of a dead woman," I fire back, the words tumbling out before I can stop them, hitting a nerve that sends a shiver of tension through the room. Julian's jaw tightens visibly, and an uneasy silence descends upon us.

"Shut up," Julian finally grits out, his voice strained with anger.

"No, you lunatic," I snap back, unable to contain my frustration any longer. With a frustrated huff, I push back my chair and storm out of the room, the door slamming shut behind me.

"Y/N, get back here!" Stefan's voice echoes after me, but I pay him no mind, my mind set on escaping the chaos.

"Jesus, these people are insane," I mutter to myself as I make my way out of the back door, the cool breeze offering a momentary respite from the stifling atmosphere inside. Determined to put some distance between myself and the madness of the household, I stride purposefully towards the road ahead.

"What are you doing?" Stefan's voice cuts through the air as he catches up to me, his expression a mix of frustration and concern.

"Leaving you psychos and going home," I declare firmly, my resolve unyielding despite his warning about the money.

"You won't get the money," he warns, but I brush off his words, my determination unwavering.

"Screw the money!" I exclaim, my voice laced with frustration as I continue down the road, each step bringing me closer to freedom.

"So stubborn," Stefan mutters under his breath, but I pay him no mind, my focus solely on the path ahead.

As I walk, a car approaches, and the driver waves at me from behind the wheel. "Hey there, Y/N," they greet me with a sympathetic smile.

"Oh, hey," I reply, offering a weak smile in return, grateful for the unexpected company.

"I see there's a problem in paradise," they remark, their tone filled with understanding.

"These people are insane. The dad tried to ground me," I explain, frustration evident in my voice as I recount the events of the day.

"Well... I can drive you back home. You can use my phone," they offer kindly, their gesture of support offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

"Really? Oh, that would be wonderful," I reply gratefully, relief flooding through me at the prospect of finally escaping this madness and finding solace in the familiarity of home.