The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 47 - (The Rain)

(Maia's POV)

The rain had finally stopped, leaving the small town drenched in that eerie, post-storm calm. I glanced out the diner's foggy window as the mist curled around the streets like a warning. Julia and Amalia were sitting across from me, their faces tight with worry. Old newspaper clippings and random notes were strewn across the table in front of us, but none of it made sense. None of it felt like enough.

I hadn't known Y/N long, but this situation felt wrong on every level. Something deeper was going on, something none of us could fully grasp yet. I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragmented information we had.

"How did it come to this?" Julia muttered, taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes glued to the papers. The regret in her voice was palpable. "We should've kept in touch... if we'd been there for her—"

Amalia interrupted, reaching over to grab her hand. "There's no point blaming ourselves for what's already done. What matters is that we find her now."

I leaned forward, my fingers tracing the edges of the photographs of Y/N. It felt like she was slipping through our fingers. I didn't know the whole backstory—what kind of relationship they all had before—but one thing was clear: Y/N was missing, and we needed to find her.

"I don't know exactly what's going on with Y/N," I said, "but something feels seriously off. It's not just a simple case of someone leaving town."

Julia glanced up, her eyes sharp.

"Do you think this could be about money? Maybe someone's using her, blackmailing her for something."

I shook my head before Amalia could respond.

"If it's not money, it's revenge. It's personal. Someone who wants control. Someone who knows Y/N or at least knows of her."

It was the only thing that made sense. Y/N wasn't the type to get caught up in shady financial deals or petty theft. But personal vendettas? There was always someone holding a grudge in small towns like this. I'd seen it before.

The diner door opened, and a gust of cool air brushed through the room. We all went silent for a moment, watching people come and go. Every stranger felt like a suspect. I couldn't shake the feeling that the whole town was in on some dark secret.

I muttered under my breath,

"Small towns... everyone knows everyone's business, but nobody wants to talk when it really matters."

I felt a knot form in my stomach.

Damian.

"Wait... Damian? The guy with that big house on the edge of town? Have you ever seen him?"

Julia exchanged a look with Amalia and nodded. "Yeah, I've seen him. Y/N seemed uncomfortable every time he was with her, but we never thought it was serious. Maybe that was our mistake."

"Definitely a mistake," I muttered, my voice tight with unease. "he's hiding something. He told her he was her neighboor."

Amalia's expression darkened as she leaned forward. "Why didn't you tell us that sooner?"

"I didn't want to jump to conclusions." I raised my hands defensively. "Besides, this whole thing feels like some kind of nightmare. I wanted to be sure before I said anything."

The silence that followed was thick with tension. I could feel it crawling under my skin. Time was slipping away, and we were still spinning our wheels, stuck in theories and what-ifs. If Damian was involved, Y/N might be in more danger than we could imagine.

"We need a plan," Julia finally said, her voice firm, steely with determination. "We can't just sit here and hope for the best. If Damian's the one holding her—"

"Then we act fast," I finished, a surge of resolve tightening my chest. "If Y/N is with him, she's in real danger."

Amalia glanced between us, hesitating. "Do we go to the police?"

I couldn't help but laugh, but there was no humor in it.

"Girl, there's one cop in this town. One. You really think he's going to do anything? Damian's family practically owns half the town. There's no way they'll move against him without solid proof." Julia said.

I nodded grimly. "She's right. We need evidence. We need something concrete that ties him to Y/N's disappearance."

I felt a surge of frustration well up. "This town is like a black hole. Nothing gets done unless the right people care enough to push for it. And Damian? He's always had a way of making people look the other way."

Amalia's hands curled into fists. "So what do we do? We can't just wait for something bad to happen."

"No, we can't." Julia stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "We don't wait. We find something. Anything. If the police won't help, then we'll take care of it ourselves."

I met her eyes, and a grim smile tugged at my lips. "I'm in. I didn't sign up for this, but now that I'm here, I'm not backing down."

Amalia sighed, but she nodded. "Okay. So what's the plan?"

Julia pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. "There's someone who might know more about Damian. Someone who used to be close to him. If anyone knows what he's up to, it'll be them."

I raised an eyebrow. "Can they be trusted?"

Julia hesitated, her eyes flicking toward the window as rain began to fall again. "I don't know. But we don't have a choice."

As we left the diner, the cold rain starting to pelt down again, I couldn't shake the weight pressing down on me. Time was running out, and we were flying blind, grasping at thin leads.

But one thing was certain: whatever was happening to Y/N, whatever Damian was hiding—it was worse than anything we'd prepared ourselves for. And if we didn't act fast, we might lose her for good.