Yandere Rochelle Goyle x Reader

Chapter 24:

Your eyes slowly opened at a sudden tap on your shoulder. Your mind was fuzzy from you second nap, and the side of your head ached from resting it against the window for so long. You yawned and looked to Rochelle, who stood with the suitcase in hand.

"Come on." She mumbled. "Time to get off."

You stood and checked around you for your belongings. After remembering you didn't have any, you followed her off the bus. She walked stiffly, making the discomfort in her legs obvious.

You didn't question where she was leading you, and instead you focused your attention on trying to fully wake up.

In a final attempt to make yourself alert, you looked around at the buildings you walked past. You realized you were too far from home, as the businesses and apartments differed entirely from the ones at New Salem.

Your eyes landed on a small cafe with a blinking 'Open' sign, and your stomach rumbled to remind you of your lack of food. You huffed and looked down, ignoring the emptiness in your gut.

"Are you hungry?" Rochelle asked. "We can stop and eat if you'd like."

You shook your head no and continued walking. Rochelle frowned and came to a stop. "Well, I'm hungry, so come on."

She took you by the hand and led you to the cafe, towing the suitcase in her other hand. You stared at the bag.

Anyone looking at you would surely assume that you were a runaway couple. There was no way this looked like a hostage situation, and the facade that Rochelle put on sickened you.

No one knew you were a victim.

No one knew that you needed help.

No one knew to save you.

You frowned deeper and stared at your feet. You were led to a table, and you sat across from Rochelle. She slid the suitcase infront of your booth.

"Don't move, okay?" She hummed. "Don't talk to anyone. Don't look at anyone. Don't think of getting anyone's attention. I will be right back."

She pointed at the counter where a cashier stood. "I'm just going right over there. I can still see you, and I promise I can still hear you."

You nodded and looked to the table as her shadow retreated. You let out a huff, and you lowered your head against your hands. Though it was only a few moments, the small bit of rest you received before Rochelle returned was heavenly, making you crave more.

She sat down across from you, and you jolted your head upright.

"Our food will be done in a minute." She said.

You nodded in response.

She stared blankly at you, her face tired and unmoving. She looked as though she had aged a few years, and you almost found yourself pitying her.

Almost.

"ROCHELLE!" The cashier yelled, signaling that the food had finally been finished. She snapped from her trance and stood, almost robotically, to grab the tray.

Your eyes met with the cashiers, and you turned your gaze to the table. You didn't want to give Rochelle a reason to be angry with you.

Rochelle's steps thumped against the floor, and you winced with every movement she made.

The cashier stared at you for a moment. You seemed oddly familiar, and she wondered where she had seen you from.

As you ate, she noticed your mannerisms. You were skittish and quiet, which was unusual for the usual night life that passed through the cafe. Something definitely didn't seem right with the situation.

If only she knew where she had seen you from, then maybe she could understand.

She finally shook her head, ignoring you and Rochelle, before heading to the kitchen. As she passed by, her eyes landed on a corkboard.

Your picture hung on it, causing the cashier to stop in her tracks immediately.

'Missing Person: (Y/N) (L/N)'

The cashier felt the breath being stripped from her lungs.

"Andy....Andy!" She rushed to her managers office. The manager turned to her with a glare.

"Call the cops." She breathed. "The missing girl is here."

You and Rochelle climbed aboard another bus, destined to take you further from home. You breathed outwardly as you followed behind her  down the aisle. Most of the seats were full, but she managed to find an empty one, and she rushed you into the seat before sitting beside you, blocking you from leaving.

"This is a long trip, (Y/N)." She hummed. "Be prepared to have numb legs."

You ignored her and looked out the window. Slowly, the outside began to move, and you swallowed hard. You weren't sure how many more busses and trains you'd have to take, but you were positive that you'd never get used to it. Every time the bus left the station, you felt another piece of you being ripped away.

Any and all hope had been squished, leaving you a puddle of desperation and exhaustion.

You closed your eyes as you rested your head against the back of the seat. Sleeping always helped, and you hoped it could ease your pain again.