Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 46 - Communication?

After Christian had finished outlining his list of rules, he allowed me to leave the table. My mind was still processing the intensity of our conversation, and I felt a need for some space to gather my thoughts.

As soon as I was alone in the bedroom, I reached for my phone. I needed to talk to someone, to help me make sense of this situation with Christian.

First, I tried calling Jess, my closest friend. The phone rang several times with no answer. I left a vague voicemail, asking her to call me back when she could.

Next, I sent a text to Lora.

"Hey, are you free to talk? I really need someone to listen right now."

Minutes passed with no response from either of them. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach as I realized how isolated I had become.

Then, my phone buzzed with a text from Mel, an acquaintance I hadn't spoken to in months.

"Hey, I know we're not that close, but I have to ask... are you stuck at your boyfriend's place too? I've been trying to leave for days, but he won't let me go. I'm starting to get really scared."

I stared at the message, confused.

She's in a similar situation?

That's strange.

With hesitant fingers, I typed, "Yes, I'm at Christian's, and he's been acting a bit odd lately. He made me agree to some rules and asked very personal questions. I'm not sure what to make of it."

Mel replied quickly. "Oh god, that's exactly what's happening with me and Damon. He's become so controlling and possessive... well more than usual. I'm honestly terrified of what he might do if I try to leave."

My heart rate picked up as I read her words.

This doesn't seem right.

Something isn't adding up here.

"We should try to get out of there," I typed frantically. "Do you have any idea how we can leave without them finding out?"

The typing dots appeared and disappeared a few times before Mel's next message came through. "I don't know... Damon has been watching me constantly. He barely lets me out of his sight. But we have to try something, before this gets even worse."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rising panic. "Okay, let me think. Maybe if we..."

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Christian stood there, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Who are you talking to?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"N-no one," I stammered, quickly locking my phone and shoving it into my pocket.

But Christian had already crossed the room, gently taking my hand in his. "Please, don't lie to me. You know I only want to understand and help."

I hesitated, then slowly pulled out my phone and handed it to him, my eyes downcast.

He scrolled through the messages, his expression growing more confused as he read Mel's words. Finally, he looked up at me, a crease between his furrowed brows.

"Sweetheart, I think there's been a misunderstanding," he said softly, cupping my cheek. "I would never try to control or isolate you. These rules were simply meant to strengthen our bond and ensure we communicate openly."

He gently brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb. "If you're feeling trapped or uncomfortable, please tell me. I never want you to be afraid of me."

I searched his eyes, seeing only warmth and concern reflected back at me. A wave of relief washed over me as I realized the depth of my mistake.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, leaning into his embrace. "I think I let my fears get the better of me."

Christian held me close, stroking my hair soothingly. "It's alright, my love. Let's talk this through, clear the air. I'm here for you, always."

As he led me back to the living room, I felt the weight of anxiety lifting from my shoulders. Perhaps I had misjudged the situation, let my imagination run wild. With open communication and understanding, I was sure we could work through any issues together.