Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 18 - Hide and Seek

(Y/N POV)

Tears welled in my eyes as I was forcibly led into his study, my heart pounding in my chest. Almost immediately, I was overwhelmed by the sight of countless hand-painted portraits of Scarlet adorning the walls.

Each one seemed to mock me, sending a wave of nausea rippling through my stomach. I blinked, trying to comprehend the sheer obsession on display.

"Here you go," Juluin muttered, gently guiding me into a chair.

My gaze remained fixated on the hundreds of images, each one a painful reminder of the situation I found myself in – a situation where I was not just a victim, but a pawn in someone's twisted game.

"She's going to have a mental breakdown if she stays in this room," Leonard's voice cut through the oppressive silence, his concern palpable.

"Pull the curtains down," Juluin ordered, and with swift efficiency, the curtains descended from the ceiling, shrouding the room in darkness.

Yet, even as the room grew dim, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't escape.

For what felt like an eternity, silence enveloped us as I sat there, numb with shock. Then, finally, Warren's voice pierced the stillness from behind me. I didn't even turn my head to acknowledge him.

"Now, my dear, we have important matters to discuss," he began, his tone unsettlingly calm. "That little hiccup will blow over in a week's time, but it's such a shame you didn't fully accept it into your heart..."

I remained silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

"Ah, I suppose it will take time for the shock of it all to wear off," he mused aloud, more to himself than to me. Drawing closer, he pulled his chair alongside mine, his gaze boring into me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"Scarlet... what a love she was..." he trailed off, his words dripping with a sickening mixture of admiration and possessiveness. "But you," he continued, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper, "you are a love like no other. I almost broke Leonard's neck when I found out he was spending the most time with you."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I exclaimed, the words bursting forth as if snapping me out of a daydream.

"And that right there is why you are so much more than Scarlet... much louder... better," he replied, his tone disturbingly calm.

"You people need to be locked up in an insane asylum," I retorted, my frustration boiling over.

"Probably, but you're locked in here with us," he remarked, his voice dripping with menace.

I stared at him incredulously, my mind reeling with disbelief. Why did this madman even have a business in the first place?

"Why the hell are you people so damn crazy?" I spat, unable to contain my anger any longer.

"I don't know. I wish I did," he replied casually, as if discussing the weather, and took a sip from his drink.

I felt a surge of rage coursing through me as I stood up, grabbing the bottle from the table. "You wouldn't dare hit me with that," he dared, his eyes glinting with a twisted sense of amusement.

With a primal roar of fury, I swung the bottle with all my strength, the glass shattering as it collided with his skull, the force enough to crack it.