Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 58 - Storm

The wind howled fiercely outside the cabin, echoing the chaos in my mind. The day had stretched on, each minute heavy with fear and uncertainty. Chris, ever the master of calm control, had resumed his composed facade after our confrontation, while I struggled to maintain my own.

Late in the afternoon, the sound of a car engine cut through the howling wind. I glanced out the window and saw a vehicle pulling up, its tires crunching through the snow. Mel's car. But she wasn't alone. 

Damon was with her.

My heart sank. Seeing Mel was a relief—a beacon of normalcy in this nightmare. But Damon's presence complicated everything. He was Chris's cousin and long-time friend, and there was something about him that always made my skin crawl.

The thought of his involvement made the situation feel even more sinister.

Even though I knew of him since highschool, for some odd reason seeing him now just gives me a weird vibe. I can't seem to put my finger on it.

Chris was already at the door when they arrived, opening it with a welcoming smile that didn't reach his eyes. 

"Mel, Damon, come in! It's brutal out there," he greeted them warmly.

"Hey, Chris. Thanks for inviting us," Mel said, her voice a beacon of familiarity. She shook off the snow from her coat, her eyes meeting mine. For a moment, everything felt like it used to—before all this madness.

"Hey, Mel," I said softly, managing a weak smile. My insides twisted with anxiety, but I hoped she couldn't see the turmoil beneath my calm exterior.

Mel returned my smile, but her gaze quickly shifted to Damon, who stood next to Chris. Damon's presence was unsettling, his intense eyes watching us with a predatory calm. Even though I knew he was Chris's cousin and long-time friend, there was something about him that sent shivers down my spine.

"Damon, it's been a while," I greeted him, my voice steady despite my nerves.

"Nice to see you again," Damon replied smoothly. His voice was calm, almost too calm, and his eyes lingered on me a moment longer than was comfortable.

I followed them into the living room, a strange mix of hope and dread swirling inside me. I desperately wanted to pull Mel aside, to warn her about everything. But with Chris and Damon here, there was no way to speak freely. I felt trapped by my own silence.

Chris led them into the living room, and I followed, feeling like a character in a play, performing a script written by someone else. I wanted to warn Mel, to tell her everything I suspected, but how could I explain it without sounding paranoid or irrational? With Chris and Damon here, there was no way to speak freely.

As we settled in, the conversation flowed easily. They talked about the weather, the treacherous drive up here, and old stories that Chris and Damon shared from their childhood.

I tried to join in, but my thoughts kept drifting to the faint noise coming from the basement—a muffled thumping that had grown louder over the past few minutes.

"What's that sound?" Mel asked, her brow furrowing.

"What sound?" Chris responded smoothly, not missing a beat.

I glanced at Chris, then at Damon. Their expressions remained neutral, almost too casual. But I knew that sound. I'd heard it before, late at night when the cabin was supposed to be quiet. It sent chills down my spine.

"Do you hear that?" Mel pressed, her eyes darting towards the basement door.

"It's probably just the pipes," Chris said with a dismissive wave. "Old cabin, you know how it is."

Mel didn't seem convinced, but she nodded, her attention still focused on the faint noise.

My heart pounded as the thumping grew louder, more insistent. I couldn't let Mel get drawn into whatever horror was lurking below. I had to act.

"Mel, maybe we should check it out," I suggested, my voice trembling.

Chris's gaze snapped to mine, a warning glinting in his eyes. "No need to worry, darling. It's nothing."

But Mel was already standing, her curiosity piqued. "I'll just take a quick look. I can't stand mysterious noises."

My heart raced as I watched her move towards the basement door. I wanted to scream, to tell her to stop, but my voice caught in my throat. Every instinct screamed that whatever was behind that door was better left unseen.

Before Chris or Damon could stop her, she moved towards the basement door. I followed, my pulse racing. As Mel opened the door, the thumping grew louder, more desperate. I had to stop this.

But how?

"What the hell?" Mel muttered, peering down the dark stairway.

A figure stumbled into the light, covered in dirt and bruises. It was Jake. His clothes were torn, his face gaunt and pale, eyes wild with fear and desperation.

"Jake!" I gasped, rushing forward. My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding.

How did he get here?

What had Chris done to him?

Mel stood frozen, shock etched across her face. "What the...? Jake?"

He looked up at us, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and terror. 

"Help me," he croaked, his voice raw and broken. "Please, help me."

Chris and Damon moved swiftly, their expressions shifting from friendly to menacing. The mask of calm slipped away, revealing the darkness beneath.

Mel took a step back, her gaze darting between Jake, Chris, and Damon. The realization of the danger we were all in seemed to hit her like a physical blow.

In that moment, everything I had feared, everything I had suspected, came crashing down. Chris's grip on our lives, the twisted reality he had crafted, was laid bare for all to see.

As Jake stumbled towards us, Mel and I moved to shield him, but Chris and Damon were already there, their presence looming like shadows over us.

"This is your last chance to comply," Chris said, his voice low and deadly. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

I looked at him, horror and defiance battling within me. The calmness in his eyes was gone, replaced by a cold, unyielding resolve. I knew, in that moment, that we were trapped in a nightmare from which there was no easy escape.

And I had to decide—fight against the overwhelming force of Chris and Damon's control, or submit to the darkness that threatened to consume us all.

But before I knew it, Jake's life ended by a singular gunshot to the head.

BAAM!

And all I could do was watch in complete horror as his lifeless body dropped to the ground, blood splattering everywhere like a sprinkler. As shock took over my body I turned to see Damon holding the smoking gun. Mel screamed at the top of her longs and crumbled to the floor, and I just couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me.

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(A/N)

fun fact for some odd reason I kept thinking Jake's name was Alex because of another story I'm writing. 

I'm really stupid.