The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 5 - (The Sheriff)

I decided to start unpacking my belongings in my old room, the one I used to stay in as a child when visiting my great-grandmother. The familiar surroundings brought back a flood of nostalgic memories, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as I settled in.

As I was arranging my things, there was a sudden loud bang on the front door. My heart racing, I made my way to the entrance and pulled it open, only to find the town sheriff standing on the other side.

"Well, well, if it isn't Y/N, long time no see," he said, a wry smile on his face.

"Oh, Sheriff Thump, it's been too long," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Sorry to hear about your grandparents," he continued, his expression turning somber. "I guess that's why you're sitting up in this house now. Listen, I don't mean to gossip, but word has it that your grandparents left you everything and your parents got nothing."

I nodded, a bitter edge to my voice. "Well, the rumor is true. They did get something, I guess they wanted more."

Sheriff Thump let out a heavy sigh. "That would explain the calls to me and them trying to make reports about you."

"Have they?" I asked, my brow furrowing.

"Yeah, serves them right for the pain in the neck they've been for the entire police department for years," he said, shaking his head.

"I don't doubt it," I replied, a hint of resignation in my tone.

Just as the sheriff was about to turn and leave, he paused. "Oh, and by the way, you've got a new neighbor. Young fella, about your age. Moved in just a few weeks ago. Seems like a nice enough guy, but..." He trailed off, a strange look passing over his face.

"But what?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued.

The sheriff shook his head. "Ah, never mind. I'm probably just being an old busybody. Anyway, I'll be on my way. Hope to see you around now."

"Bye," I said, closing the door behind him.

I let out a long, weary sigh, leaning back against the solid wood. It seemed that even in this place, my family's drama had a way of following me. But now, I couldn't help but wonder about this new neighbor of mine, and what the sheriff had been hinting at.

Eh, probably nothing

After the sheriff's unexpected visit, Maia and I continued unpacking our belongings in the spacious living room. We worked in comfortable silence, arranging our personal items around the ornate fireplace and plush sofas.

As I placed a framed photograph of my great-grandmother on the mantle, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. So many memories were tied to this place - happy times spent with my family, reading in the library, and exploring the sprawling gardens.

"You know, this room is really starting to feel like home," Maia said, stepping back to admire our handiwork. "It's cozy, but still has that grand, old-money vibe."

I nodded in agreement, taking a seat on one of the sofas. "It's strange being back here after all these years," I admitted. "There's a part of me that feels like I never left, but everything is just a little different."

Maia plopped down beside me, nudging my shoulder playfully. "Well, you're the lady of the manor now. I'm sure you'll put your own stamp on the place in no time."

I smiled, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. As I reached into my pocket to retrieve my phone, I noticed that the screen was lit up with several missed calls and text messages.

Furrowing my brow, I unlocked the device and began scrolling through the notifications. Most of them were from my parents, their messages ranging from angry demands to pleas for me to call them back.

"Uh-oh, looks like the 'rents are blowing up your phone," Maia observed, peering over my shoulder.

I sighed heavily. "Yeah, it seems they're not too happy about the inheritance situation." Deciding to deal with them later, I set the phone aside and turned my attention back to the task at hand.

As Maia and I continued unpacking, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had been lingering since our arrival. The manor, for all its grandeur, felt almost oppressive at times, as if the weight of its history was bearing down on me.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I focused on making this place feel like a true home once more. With Maia's help, I arranged our belongings just the way I remembered from my childhood visits, hoping to recapture some of that warmth and comfort.

By the time we were finished, the sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow over the living room. I settled back onto the sofa, letting out a contented sigh.

"Well, I'd say we did a pretty good job," Maia said, plopping down beside me. "Now all we need is some takeout and a movie marathon to really christen the place."

I chuckled, nodding in agreement. As I reached for the remote, I couldn't help but glance back at my phone, the unanswered calls from my parents still weighing on my mind. But for now, I was determined to push those worries aside and focus on enjoying my newfound home.

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