Sammy Lawrence x Reader (The Not-so-Normal Music Director)

Chapter 30: My Angel

Sammy's POV:

"No. You can't be serious. You promised you wouldn't let anything like this happen!"

"Well, that's what happens when you're too trusting, isn't it?"

"Susie was right about you all along. I should've listened to her."

"But you didn't. And who's fault is that?"

"Don't you dare gaslight me right now! This is your fault! You're the one who chose to do this! You're the one who's choosing some stupid... thing, over the girl you truly cared about!"

"How dare you speak that way of him!"

"And you're defending him too! That's pathetic! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"For speaking that way of him, you really do make the perfect sacrifice for him."

I brought my ax above my head, about to take a swing. A well deserved, good swing.

"No!"

I let out a gasp and my eyes shot open. I felt a wave of intense guilt and absolute horror come over me. Did that actually just happen?

My heart dropped to the point where it brought me genuine physical pain. Did I really just do that? Did I really just kill y/n, the one person who I loved more than anything, for Bendy? I promised her I would never hurt her, yet the ink took control of me anyway. At that moment, I felt unworthy to be alive. I felt my eyes start to fill with tears, and I let out a choked sob. But then I heard the sound of groaning next to me.

"Sammy?"

I looked over to see y/n laying beside me. She had her head on my chest and her arm wrapped around me. She was okay?

"Y/n?"

"Are you alright?" she asked, pushing herself up and looking at me. She looked concerned. "You look like you're on the verge of tears."

Then it hit me: it was all just a dream. None of that happened. I was at y/n's apartment, she was okay, I was still sane, and the ink hadn't taken control of me.

None of it was real.

"I, uh... yeah. I'm fine," I said, blinking my tears away before I could let them fall. I sat up and took a deep breath.

"Bad dream?" y/n asked.

"Yeah. You could say that."

"Well, it wasn't real," she said, putting a hand on my arm and giving me a tired smile. "You're all good now."

I simply nodded.

Y/n looked around and out the window to see that it was starting to get lighter outside, but the sun wasn't quite rising yet. She looked down at her watch. "It's 6:00. I never wake up this early without an alarm."

"Well, we fell asleep pretty early," I noted.

She looked up at me with a bit of a confused look. "Did we sleep together all night?"

I chuckled. "Well when you phrase it like that—"

"Don't go there," she interrupted. I laughed.

"I guess we did," I said.

"But not like that," she said quickly.

I gave her a 'duh' type of look. "Pretty sure I already knew that," I said. "Do you feel any better now that you've gotten a lot of sleep?"