The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 51 - (The Cops)

(Y/N's POV)

The night was quiet, too quiet. Damian sat next to me, his voice soft as he read aloud from some old book I didn't recognize. I tried to focus, to follow the words, but my mind kept drifting. Something was off. My stomach churned, the unease growing heavier with each passing minute.

Then I heard it.

Engines.

Several cars pulling up outside. The sound sent a jolt through my chest. Damian stopped mid-sentence, his hand freezing on the page as his eyes narrowed. He heard it too.

Before I could say anything, he was on his feet, pulling me up from the bed with a grip so tight it hurt.

"Stay quiet," he whispered urgently, his voice tense in a way I hadn't heard before. "We have to go. Now."

Panic flooded through me. What was happening? Were the police finally here? Did Maia, Julia, and Amalia manage to find me? Relief surged through my chest for a split second—until I saw the look on Damian's face. He wasn't afraid of the police. He was afraid they'd take me away.

He dragged me toward the closet, shoving clothes aside as if there was some hidden escape route I wasn't aware of. My heart pounded in my chest, the panic intensifying with each passing second.

"Damian—" I tried to speak, but he cut me off, his grip on my wrist tightening painfully.

"No time," he snapped, his voice low and frantic. "They're coming for you. We have to hide."

Before I could respond, I heard the front door slam open. Heavy footsteps echoed through the house. My pulse raced, my body frozen in place. Damian cursed under his breath, his movements becoming more erratic as he fumbled to find a place to hide me.

But it was too late.

The door to the bedroom burst open, and a flood of light filled the room. Several police officers stormed in, their guns drawn, barking orders. I felt Damian's hand slip away from mine as he bolted toward the window.

"Don't move!" one of the officers shouted.

I stood there, dazed, as everything spiraled around me. Damian was gone in a flash, disappearing into the night before they could catch him. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it might burst from my chest.

One of the officers grabbed me roughly by the arm.

"Y/N, you're under arrest for possession and distribution of narcotics."

What? My mind went blank.

Drugs?

That didn't make any sense.

"What?" I whispered, barely able to process the words. "That's not—"

But then the memories hit me, sharp and sudden, like shards of glass piercing through my thoughts.

I was fifteen. Standing outside my parents' house, cops searching my backpack, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Drugs.

The word had haunted me back then too, even though I was innocent. I'd been accused of something I didn't do, and it had ruined everything. My parents hadn't believed me. No one had. They left me on the streets, thinking I was just some delinquent. It had been a lie, a stupid rumor that spiraled out of control, and now—now it was happening again.

My knees buckled as the weight of the accusation settled on me. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening.

"I-I didn't do anything," I stammered, my voice shaking, but the officers didn't care. They weren't listening. One of them was already reading me my rights, the cold metal of handcuffs snapping around my wrists.

The world felt like it was spinning out of control, my vision blurring as the memories from my past collided with the chaos of the present.

No one believed me then.

No one's going to believe me now.

Tears stung my eyes as they pushed me out of the room, their voices blending into a harsh drone. Everything felt surreal, like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

Outside, the flashing lights of police cars lit up the dark night. I could hear the murmurs of people gathered outside, curious and judgmental, as they watched me being led out in handcuffs. It was just like before. All over again.

This can't be happening.

Not again.

The door of the police car slammed shut, and I slumped in the backseat, the cold leather pressing against my skin. I stared out the window, my mind racing. Damian was gone, vanished into the shadows like he had never existed.

But now, sitting in the back of this police car, my wrists bound and my heart shattered, I realized just how wrong I had been.

The car pulled away, and I watched the house grow smaller in the distance. Everything was slipping through my fingers. My freedom, my friends, my life. And I had no idea how to stop it.

Where do I go from here?