One shots (Character X Fem.Reader)

四十三

I stood under the cherry tree, letting the gentle wind blow at my face. "You're here .." a voice rang out. I paused and looked at the person what said it.

"Carter?..." I questioned. Why would he, this popular guy, ask me, a quiet girl, to where couples pronounce their love to each other? He looks at me nervously and sheepishly. "You're the one who gave me this?"

I show him the note. He nods, face flushing. "I-i like you (Y/n). Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks. I pause. "Why me?" I ask. He seems taken aback by the question. "Why not you?" He asks. Now I'm taken aback by the question.

"Because I'm a girl who doesn't stand out much, and is a wallflower. "Well, I like you because you ur kind, pretty, and quiet. Unlike the other girls I meet, which act like pick me's, you try and stay in the background, hoping not to be noticed, which made me notice you." He smiles.

My eyes widen. "So...will you be my girlfriend (Y/n)?" He asks again. I nod. "Of course! I would be...delighted." I blushed. But I did not think that things would take a wrong turn. As we started dating, he practically introduced me to all of his friends. Even his family.

I smiled awkwardly everytime he introduced me to someone, and stood by, not being able to say a single word due to social anxiety. But as time passed, he started growing possessive of me. He would often glare at his friends when they got close to me, no matter what the gender was.

As I grew more social, he would often tried distancing me from his friends. It was a thing that I didn't understand. He wants to introduce me to someone, yet now he doesn't.  I sighed, as he once again hugged me from behind. "What are you doing?" He whispers, as I typed on my phone.

Talking to a friend. He frowns a little, but soon hides it. "Who is it?" He asks trying to seem okay, yet his twitch in his left eye, gives it away. "Just a friend." I say, yet he gives me the untrusting look. "Really? Who?" He asks as I sigh, and  rolled my eyes.

"Cecilia. Y'know, the girl who often hangs out with me?" I said. He stares at me, before saying okay, and walking away. I sighed. I wish he would go back to who he was before. I don't like...the now him. It's really uncomfortable.

I lied on my bed, thinking about things. I opened my phone. For a second, I don't know why, but I felt chill go down my neck. What was that feeling? Whatever. I ignored it, and continues to scroll through my phone

Carter POV:

I went down to the basement frowning. Why? Why was she growing more and more distant from me? I frowned, and opened a cupboard. Inside, was like a small shrine. A small shrine where it's dedicated to her. My love.

I put my hands on her portrait. I wish...like this portrait, I can keep her to myself and never let anyone touch nor see it. But she would like that. No. She would run away...I have to hold down these urges. When can I finally lock her in a cage? Just for me to see.

I closed the cupboard, and sighed. Who was that girls name again? Cecelia? Huh. Time to find out where she is right now. I'll hunt her down and kill her. That's what she gets for talking to my beloved (Y/n). My (Y/n). Only mine.

(Y/n) POV:

These days, I've been texting Cecelia, but she hasn't replied. I wondered what happened. Did she suddenly go into depression. Or something? I should pay a visit to her. I grabbed my coat and headed out the door, just as Carter came in.

"Hi babe. I'll be gone for a while to see someone kay?" I smiled. He nods, and I walk out the house. It took about 13 minutes, but then I finally got there. I knocked on the door. No one answered.

I twisted the knob, and it was strangely unlocked. That's weird. She normally locks her doors. Something didn't feel right here. I cautiously walked around the house, and found some red stuff on the floor. It's not what I think it is right? I panicked.

I walked around, until I finally saw her room. The red footsteps...it leads to here. I opened the door, as my eyes widened. I held my hand over my mouth as I was prepared to scream. "C-Cecelia?" My voice trembled as I spoke. This can't be...

I quickly ran, and kneeled down beside her. I shook her. "Cecelia! Can you hear me? Cee cee?" Tears rolled down my face in relief as she slowly opens her eyes. "(Y/n)?" Suddenly, her eyes widen. "(Y/n), what are you doing here? He's going to- he's here!" Cecelia screams.

My vision goes black as my body hit the floor. Who was that? Why would they do this? For what purpose?

I woke up to a dark room. I tried getting up, but my hands were cuffed. It was cuffed to the bedpost. "What the...where am I? I blinked. Suddenly some shuffling noises were heard, and someone stood in front of me.

I couldn't see who the person was, as the small light in the room wasn't faced on him. I trembled, scared at what was going to happen to me. Was I going to die? I didn't even say goodbye to my boyfriend yet!

I swallowed by saliva, and watched in curiousity and fear, and the person stepped forward, and under the light. I gasped. "Carter? What are you doing here?" I asked. He looks at me with this crazed look in his eyes.

"Isn't it obvious? I love you, and I want to keep you all to myself." He smiles. " This isn't right, to lock me up isn't the right thing to do-" "Do you think I care? It fucking better than watching you talk to other, while my heart gets hit with pain!" He shouts.

"Carter...were you the one that...killed Cecelia?" I looked at him worryingly. "Yeah. So? You should've been paying me more attention, but all you did was talk to her. I was jealous. I was jealous, and you didn't realize it. So the only thing I could do was this."

" You don't have to do this!" I cried. "That's what I thought so at first too. But, turns out I can't. I'm sorry dear. I deeply apologize...but what's done has to be done. This is the only way you'll stay with me. This is the only way I feel like...you're safe." He smiles.

LA FIN