the Missing Piece (Jemily x Reader)

-17- maybe this Time

Y/N's POV

"Y/N? I thought you were up here."
She trills over to me in a sugary sweet voice, while everything in me reacts with panic to the sound of the voice.

I look up and watch as the red-haired woman comes towards me with her umbrella, a fake smile on her perfectly made-up lips.
I try to pull myself up so as not to be inferior to her, but I slip on the wet ground and the wounds on my back tear even further as I fall against the hard stone wall.
Tears burn in my eyes as the stabbing pain turns into a dull throbbing, but I try again, standing up shakily, with my aching back pressed against the stone railing.

Katy stops a few steps away from me and watches with amusement as my gaze darts back and forth, looking for a way out.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm not here to punish you." She says with a grin and I'm not sure if I can believe her.
"Then what do you want?" I say as I breathe away the pain.

I don't want her to hear me suffer.
Or see my fear.
I'm scared.
Does she know about the report?

"I'm here to make up, baabyy."
She says and throws her umbrella aside as she spreads her arms and takes a few steps closer.
She stretches out the nickname like chewing gum, as if it would make it sweeter and more believable.
And even though I don't believe her, a tiny part of me is happy about this statement.

Maybe everything will be okay now.
Maybe she's serious this time?

I take a tiny, hesitant step towards her.

"Are you sure?" I ask, sounding like a little child.
Katy tilts her head, smiling, and briefly looks like the woman I met in the bar that day.

The charismatic woman I fell in love with.

"Of course, baby. I can never stay mad at you for long." She coos, spreading her arms out emphatically again.

And then she says the words I've waited for every time, the words that were never spoken and that I so desperately wanted to hear in order to believe her.

"I'm sorry." She admits, and it sounds so sweet, so sincere, that it brings tears to my eyes.

That's it.
That's what I've wanted to hear all this time. Maybe it will get better?
Maybe she deserves another chance?

"Are you really sorry?" I repeat her words in disbelief and take another step towards her.

It's as if the words magically draw me to her, whether I want to or not.

Do I want that?

"Yes. And I know you're sorry too. I forgive you, Y/N." She says to me in the same sweet undertone, but I see the muscles in her jaw tense.

Not a good sign.

"You forgive me?" I sound like a broken record.
It's as if I can only use the words she tells me. Throw her words back like an echo without adding anything of my own.

Like in our relationship.
I've always only mirrored what she wanted to see from me.
I've covered every part of my personality with her ideas.

"Yes, I know they both made you do this. These women used you, chose you as their project to make them feel better.
You deserve more, Y/N.
Let's just start over." She says and comes closer, now standing so close to me that she could touch me.

But she doesn't.

She tilts her head and lets her gaze slowly wander over my body.
My clothes stick to my body because of the rain, don't cover any part of my silhouette and I feel strangely at her mercy.