Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 10

Evelyn's hand tightened around the phone, her mind racing. "I went out for a walk," she lied, her voice shaking despite her best efforts to remain calm. "I couldn't sleep."

Y/N's sigh was audible even through the phone. "You're just like me," he murmured. "Always thinking, never resting."

Evelyn's heart raced as she tried to keep her voice steady. "I just needed some air," she said, her eyes on the passing street lights. "I'll be back soon."

Y/N was silent for a moment, his breathing a heavy presence on the line. "Don't be too long," he warned, his tone a blend of concern and something darker. "You know how dangerous the city can be."

Evelyn swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the taxi's window. "I won't," she murmured, the lie slipping easily from her lips. "I'll be back soon."

Y/N's silence on the other end of the line was deafening, his displeasure palpable. "I'll be waiting," he said finally, the threat clear in his tone. The call ended with a sharp click, leaving Evelyn's ear ringing with the sound of her own racing heart.

Her thoughts raced as the taxi wove through the city streets, her eyes searching the passing faces for any sign of understanding or help. But the world outside remained indifferent, a sea of strangers unaware of the horror she had just left behind. She clutched her phone tightly, the screen a sad reminder of the leash he still had on her.

Evelyn's mind reeled with the reality of her situation. The Y/N she had once known was gone, replaced by a monster wearing a man's skin. The very thought of his hands on her, the coldness in his eyes, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't let him find her, couldn't let him touch her again.

The taxi pulled up to Elizabeth's apartment building, the warm light spilling out onto the sidewalk. Evelyn paid the driver, her hands shaking as she handed over the cash. She stepped out into the cool night air, the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She had to tell Elizabeth everything, no matter how unbelievable it sounded.

Her friend's apartment was a sanctuary of familiarity and comfort, the smell of incense and the sound of a jazz record playing low in the background. Elizabeth looked up from her couch, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of Evelyn's disheveled appearance. "What happened?" she demanded, rushing over to embrace her.

Evelyn took a deep breath, her body still trembling with fear and adrenaline. "It's Y/N," she whispered, her voice shaking. "He's...he's not who we thought he was."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, a look of disbelief crossing her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, her arms tightening around her friend.

Evelyn took a step back, her eyes darting around the room as if expecting Y/N to appear at any moment. "He's a killer," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He killed Paul Allen, and he tried to make it look like an accident."

Elizabeth's grip tightened, her eyes searching Evelyn's for any sign of a lie. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice a mix of disbelief and concern.

Evelyn's voice was a trembling whisper as she recounted the events of the night. "He told me," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "He confessed it all."

Elizabeth's face went pale, her grip on Evelyn's arms tightening. "What do you mean?" she breathed, her eyes wide with shock.

Evelyn took a deep breath, steeling herself for the horror she was about to unleash. "He showed me," she whispered. "The blood, the... the way he talked about it." She shuddered, the memories flooding back like a nightmare come to life.

Elizabeth's eyes searched hers, a mix of disbelief and horror slowly giving way to understanding. "Oh my god," she breathed, her grip on Evelyn tightening. "We have to call the police."

Evelyn's head was shaking before the words had fully left Elizabeth's mouth. "No," she whispered. "He'll know. He'll find me."

Elizabeth's eyes searched hers, a flicker of doubt crossing her features. "What do you mean?"

Evelyn's voice grew stronger, her resolve setting like concrete. "He's too clever," she said. "He'll have an alibi, he'll manipulate the situation. We can't go to the police."

Elizabeth's expression grew skeptical, her brow furrowing in confusion. "But we have to do something," she insisted, her voice rising. "We can't just let him get away with this."

Evelyn's gaze remained unwavering, the fear in her eyes stark and real. "We need to be smart," she said, her voice low and urgent. "We have to gather evidence, something that can't be explained away."

Elizabeth nodded slowly, her mind racing with the gravity of the situation. "Okay," she murmured. "But how do we do that?"

Evelyn took a deep breath, her mind racing. "We start with Christy," she said, her voice firm. "We need to find her and get her to tell us what she saw. She's our key to proving his guilt."

Elizabeth nodded, her eyes steely with determination. "But she's going to need protection," she said. "If he finds out we're onto him, he'll go after her."

The doorbell rang, a sharp, jolting sound that echoed through the apartment. Evelyn's heart stopped, her body freezing mid-motion. Elizabeth's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with terror. They both knew who it was.

Moving with the grace of a predator, Elizabeth went to the door, her heart hammering in her chest. She peered through the peephole, her breath fogging the small lens. Y/N's distorted image stared back at her, a chilling smile on his face. He looked so normal, so put together, as if the events of the night had never happened.

Her hand hovered over the deadbolt, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. "It's just Y/N," she murmured to herself, trying to convince her racing heart that everything was fine. But she knew better. She knew the monster that lurked beneath that charming facade.

With a trembling hand, she unlocked the door, her eyes never leaving the peephole. The hallway outside remained empty, the silence taunting her. The door swung open, revealing an empty corridor, the air thick with anticipation. "Y/N?" she called out, her voice a shaky echo in the quiet.

Her heart skipped a beat as she stepped into the hallway, her bare feet cold on the marble tiles. She knew he was there, watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake. "Elizabeth?" His voice was a soft purr, coming from the shadows. She spun around, her eyes searching the darkness.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, the smell of his cologne suffocating her. "I knew you would let me in," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. Panic surged through her, her body rigid with terror as he dragged her back into the apartment.

Her eyes searched the shadows, desperately seeking escape, as his hand slid down to her neck, his grip firm. "Where is she?" he hissed, his eyes gleaming with a malicious excitement. "Where did you hide her?"

With a burst of strength she didn't know she had, Evelyn kicked him in the ribs, breaking Elizabeth free from his grasp. Elizabeth took advantage of the moment, swinging a heavy vase at his head. It connected with a sickening thud, shattering into a thousand pieces. But instead of falling, Y/N only laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment like a demon's cackle.

The two women stumbled backward, their eyes wide with shock and terror as they took in the sight before them. Y/N's head snapped to the side with the impact, but he didn't falter. His gaze locked onto them, cold and calculating, as if he were a machine recalibrating before attacking again. He wiped the blood from his cheek, his smile never wavering.