When (Y/n) burst into the living room, he found himself too late. His mother...
She stood above the collector, bloodsoaked knife in hand.
Wild (e/c) eyes bathed in madness turned to (Y/n). (M/n)'s legs trembled beneath her.
She fell to her knees, and her son rushed to her side.
"M-Mom! What have y-you..."
Trembling (e/c) irises wandered to the mutilated collector, his own dull eyes wide in surprise and his pants still down. Life slowly came back to (M/n)'s once blank face.
"(Y/n)..."
Immediately, tears flooded down her cheeks as she pulled her son into a tight embrace.
"My darling boy... I'm sorry I let them hurt you for so long."
After getting used to his mother being disassociated in his day-to-day life, he could hardly recognize the woman breaking down in front of him.
Her neck was red and bruising fast...
"Mom?"
The hug became tighter, blood soaking into his grey shirt.
"It's my fault... all of this. It's... it's my fault."
(Y/n) never really blamed her for what happened. Yes, the collectors only came because of her debt she refused to talk about... but he didn't blame her.
He couldn't blame her.
"Your grandma is right. I was never fit to take care of you, my child... but I won't bow to them any longer."
(M/n) pulled (Y/n) to his feet and helped him change out of his bloodied clothes, mindful of the small cuts on his face that had already stopped bleeding. The (h/c) man tried to ask what his mother was planning, but she only made him hurriedly get dressed in fresh clothes.
After wiping her hands clean on the carmine curtains of (Y/n)'s room, (M/n) rushed to pack a bag full of her son's things.
(Y/n) watched in silence, the full situation finally sinking in.
His mother... she had killed a man employed by her creditor.
If the collectors had enough authority to extend her deadlines...
We'll never be safe again.
Not...
(M/n) handed (Y/n) the bag with a majority of his possessions safely packed within. He didn't own much in the first place.
The (h/c) watched with mournful eyes as his mother gently grabbed his crimson cloak off the floor where he had carelessly tossed it not even thirty minutes ago.
She smiled softly as she wrapped the worn cloth around his body, securing the ordimental raven clasp in place and lifting the hood over his head. Mink fur lightly tickled his cheeks; and his tears began to flow.
Not together, at least.
"Mom..."
(M/n) hushed her son, kissing his forehead through the silken fabric.
She had just become a person again... and (Y/n) was already losing her.
"Grandma lives across the wood in a cottage near the only lake around here. In her age, she can't leave the house anymore and sustains herself on her garden. You don't need a caretaker anymore... but you'll be safest with her."
(E/c) eyes stared deeply into younger (e/c) eyes with sorrow.
"You always looked so much like your father... I wish you could've met him. He'd be so proud of you, my son."
(Y/n) couldn't find the words to say everything he wanted to say in that moment. They clogged his throat, choking him with the intense heartbreak he felt then.
(M/n) simply took her son by the hand and led him to the door. He watched it close behind him with despondency.
He waited for one breath.
Two.
...
When the door didn't open again, his gaze drifted to the path leading deeper into Lindow.
The entrance to the wood was on the other side of town. If his mother really wanted him to go there...
With a deep breath, (Y/n) took his first steps into the unknown.
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Crimson Red
General Fiction(I'm an author on Wattpad, if you are reading this on a different website it is stolen) Hoc est quod lupus quaerit, et sic praeda effugere non potest. "Your warm red blood, it calls me..." Yandere male × Male red riding hood reader (no art belongs t...
