𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄;
彼は私を傷つける
➤【 yandere bullies x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, two boys begin abusing and tormenting (y/n) for one reason, and one reason only: they want her every waking hour consumed by them until there's nothing lef...
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┊❝ I need to get out of here ❞┊
── CREEPING down the hallway of Dylan's expansive home, (Y/N) gestured for Sawyer and Carmen behind her to be quiet as she then pointed towards the stairs. Both gave her firm nods of understanding as they followed her down the winding staircase, keeping to the edges of said stairs so as not to make any noises that could alert Dylan or Ian of their escape.
She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, the pure adrenaline making her muscles twitch from the anticipation of wanting to run.
I need to get out of here.
I need to get out of here.
I need to get out of here.
It was the only thought in her mind when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs, practically able to taste the freedom on the tip of her tongue. Yet, as her fingers brushed against the handle of the door to turn it, all she could feel was horror when finding it locked. There was no knob that she could turn to unlock the door, only a barren keyhole that she had no key to insert it in.
"Guys, the door's locked and there's no way to unlock it," she whispered harshly as she turned around to face them, watching as the blood seemingly drained from their faces in fear of the fact. "Carmen, you've been here before multiple times, haven't you? Do you know of another way out?"
Carmen tried to stutter out an answer, but due to the shock of everything, she could barely form a coherent sentence.
The seconds ticked by.
A bead of cold sweat arced down (Y/N)'s back.
With every passing moment, terror squeezed her heart until she felt it might burst.
"Carmen, hurry!" Sawyer began with desperation tinging his tone, his soft eyes once mellow and laid back now filled with a type of frenzy that only came with the fear of death looming like a shadow right to snuff out any and all hopes of living. "We need to move now if we don't want to be killed!"
"Sawyer's right," (Y/N) practically begged quietly. "We can't just stay here! And we can't wander around either, or we could get caught!"
"Okay, okay!" Carmen seemed to snap out of her paranoia. "Follow me."
As Carmen and Sawyer ran, (Y/N) took one last glance at the door that beckoned her in, to beckon her to freedom, before turning to follow the other two. Running past the twining staircase and down the twisting hallways, Carmen finally burst into the room that basically looked like a strip club. It was the same room that (Y/N) had seen when she first was brought to Dylan's house, but this time, there was no lights nor music, meaning that the entire room looked almost monochromic.
It looked dead.
"What are we doing here, Carmen?" (Y/N) stopped, bad memories easily resurfacing.
"There's a back door that leads out of here," Carmen spoke, her blue eyes constantly wandering around the room as if some invisible assassin would jump out and slice her neck. "It's easily overlooked since not many people use it, least of all Dylan who probably forgot about its existence. I used it all the time when he would... when he would go off with some girl."
Approaching (Y/N), Sawyer proclaimed softly, "Hey, (Y/N)... it's okay. Whatever happened in this room... just forget about it. You won't have to see it again after it helps us get out of here, okay?"
She stared into his eyes.
His warm, kind eyes that always seemed to be looking at her to reassure that she was safe.
"Okay," she finally uttered as she gave a single nod of her head, her stare connecting with Carmen's once again. "Where is the door?"
"It's just back here," Carmen gestured behind her with urgency. "Let's go."
Before any of them could take a single step, though, all jolted from the large crash that reverberated from upstairs punctuated by a loud stream of profanities. In but a single moment, the entire aura of the house darkened instantaneously, allowing all three victims to know that Dylan and Ian had found (Y/N) gone from her room. It was likely they would check for Sawyer and Carmen as well, and when they would find the room empty, they would know that all three had escaped and were somewhere in the house.
A house they would long desert.
Carmen didn't waste another second in showing Sawyer and (Y/N) the door, bursting out of the room and into the cool night, a cold breeze brushing past them when they did so. Letting out short breaths, relief flowing through her in wave after wave, (Y/N) didn't allow herself to falter when thinking about Dylan and Ian running after her. Without looking back, she, Sawyer, and Carmen ran into the woods, slapping aside branches and jumping over roots as if their lives depended on it—which it did.
Unknown to the three, Dylan and Ian practically were tearing the house apart to find the girl whom had corrupted their very souls.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" Dylan screamed as he threw a chair into a window, shattering the glass and making the shards scatter across the grass outside. "WHERE THE FUCK IS (Y/N), IAN? Why the hell does she keep thinking that she can leave us? And, what's even richer? She even saved that fucker Sawyer and that bitch Carmen."
Fury.
Frustration.
Absolute desperation.
It was the only thing either of the two could even feel in that moment without (Y/N).
"Calm the fuck down," Ian spat, however he didn't look to be as calm and collected as he wanted to appear, veins scrawling up and down his arms from how tightly he squeezed his fingers into fists. "Think about it. She couldn't have gone far. As big as your house is, it's in the middle of nowhere."
"You're right," Dylan muttered, pacing by that point. "Yeah, you're fucking right."
