Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 53 - Break

The final bell of the semester echoed through the hallways, signaling not just the end of class, but the start of summer. I walked briskly to my dorm, eager to pack up and leave behind the grueling months of study. I was ready for a break, and more importantly, a chance to see Chris.

As I turned the key and pushed open the door, I was greeted with an unexpected sight.

Chris was already there, his tall frame hunched over my side of the room, sorting through the last of my belongings.

"Oh hey," I said, a bit surprised.

"Hey, darling," he responded, flashing that familiar smile that made my heart skip. "I hope you didn't mind, I went ahead and packed your things."

I glanced around and saw that he'd neatly organized my stuff into boxes and bags. According to the school's policy, we had to clear out our dorms during the last week of the term and a week after school ended. It was a bit of a hassle, but Chris had just made it a whole lot easier.

"That was sweet of you," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me.

"Yeah, it's no problem for me," he replied, nonchalantly flexing his arms as he stood up. I chuckled, appreciating his playful confidence.

But then, something in his demeanor felt... off. There was a restlessness in his eyes, a flicker of something I couldn't quite place.

"Anyway, let's get going. My car's just outside," he said, steering me towards the door.

We loaded my things into his car, and as I slid into the passenger seat, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. Chris seemed unusually eager, his energy bordering on nervousness.

I tried to brush it off, thinking maybe he was just excited about our plans for the summer. But as we pulled out of the campus, my curiosity grew.

We weren't heading in the direction of his house. The route was familiar, but not one I recognized as his usual path.

"Um, Chris? Where are we going?" I asked, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

"Home," he replied simply, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Uh, okay..." I muttered, more to myself than to him. Home. The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.

As we drove further, the landscape outside the window changed. Familiar streets gave way to winding roads, and the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the asphalt. I began to feel a knot of concern tightening in my stomach.

"Where exactly is your house?" I pressed, hoping for some clarity.

"Our home," he corrected, his voice steady but with an edge I didn't recognize.

"Yeah, where exactly is our home?" I repeated, my tone now tinged with unease.

"Someplace nice and cold," he replied, a cryptic smile playing at the corners of his lips.

My mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Nice and cold? What could he mean by that? Chris had always been spontaneous, but this felt different. There was a gravity in his demeanor that suggested something more than just a surprise trip.

I watched him closely, the familiar lines of his face, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel just a bit too tightly. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized that this drive was taking us somewhere far beyond the boundaries of my understanding, and maybe even beyond our world.

What is he talking about?

Chris had never mentioned any plans like this before. He always told me everything, so why keep this a secret?

"Chris, this isn't funny. You're starting to freak me out," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

He didn't respond, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. The silence between us grew heavier with each passing mile. I glanced out the window, trying to get my bearings, but the scenery was unfamiliar. The trees seemed denser, the air cooler. This wasn't just a different route; it was a different world altogether.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I quickly pulled it out, hoping for some distraction.

No signal.

Of course.

I put it back, feeling more isolated than ever.

"Chris, please tell me what's going on," I pleaded, my anxiety mounting.

He finally looked at me, his eyes softening for a moment. "I promise, it'll all make sense soon. Trust me."

Trust him. I wanted to, but how could I when everything felt so wrong? I leaned back in my seat, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Maybe he had some elaborate surprise planned, something that would explain all this.

Maybe...

The car continued down the darkening road, leading us deeper into the unknown. The further we went, the more I felt a chilling certainty: whatever lay ahead, it was something I wasn't prepared for. The unknown loomed before us, vast and mysterious, and I could only hope that Chris knew what he was doing.

As night fell, the headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead but leaving everything else in shadow. I shivered, not just from the cold, but from the creeping sense of dread that I couldn't shake.