The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 53 - (The Trap)

The waiting room was suffocatingly quiet. I sat on the edge of the stiff chair in the small side room of the police station, feeling every second tick by with agonizing slowness. My heart pounded in my chest, louder with each moment that passed. Maia, Julia, and Amalia had been there to reassure me, but now they were gone, waiting outside with the rest of the officers.

The trap had been set.

I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the anxiety crept in like a shadow. Damian would come. He always did when he thought something was threatening our "relationship." I didn't know how long we had, but I knew he wouldn't wait.

He never waits.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to stay calm, but my mind kept spinning with possibilities. The look in Damian's eyes the last time I saw him was burned into my memory—possessive, obsessive. He believed that he loved me, that everything he was doing was justified because, in his mind, we were together.

But I knew the truth. And now, so would everyone else.

Suddenly, the distant sound of screeching tires tore through the stillness. My pulse quickened. He was here.

The air felt charged with tension, and I could hear the muffled shouts of police officers moving into position. Everything was happening fast, faster than I had prepared for. My stomach churned, and I fought the urge to panic.

The door to the waiting room slammed open with a violent crash, and there he was—Damian, storming in like a force of nature. His eyes locked on me immediately, wild and frenzied.

"Y/N!" he screamed, his voice raw with desperation. "Where are you? I'm here! I'll get you out of here!"

I stood frozen in place, my heart hammering in my chest. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run, but I was rooted to the spot. I knew I had to play this out.

Damian pushed past the first officer who tried to stop him, his strength fueled by sheer madness.

"Get away from her!" he roared, shoving another officer out of his path. "She's mine! I'm taking her with me!"

"Damian, stop!" I yelled, my voice shaking but loud enough to make him pause. He turned to me, his face twisted with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"Why did you let them do this to you?" he demanded, taking a step closer, his hands trembling. "Why are you here? They're lying to you, Y/N! You don't belong here! You belong with me!"

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his eyes.

"Damian, you need to stop. This isn't right. You can't keep doing this."

His face contorted in fury, and he took another step toward me, but the police were ready this time. Three officers moved in from the sides, tackling him to the ground before he could reach me.

"Get off me!" Damian thrashed wildly, trying to throw them off. "Y/N! Don't listen to them! They're trying to take you away from me!"

He struggled, screaming my name over and over again, his voice raw and desperate. "Y/N! We're supposed to be together! Don't you see? They're just trying to separate us! They don't understand!"

I felt sick to my stomach. Hearing him shout those words, seeing the way he was losing control, made my skin crawl. He genuinely believed everything he was saying. In his mind, this twisted version of reality was the truth.

"I've done everything for you!" Damian screamed as the officers finally managed to handcuff him, pinning him to the floor. "I protected you! I loved you! And this is how you repay me?"

His voice cracked with raw emotion, and for a moment, I saw the man beneath the delusion. The man who had somehow convinced himself that everything he had done—stalking me, controlling me—was love.

"You don't get it, Y/N," Damian said, his voice lowering, almost pleading now. "I saved you. I'm the only one who really cares about you. No one else understands you like I do."

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound of his voice. It was like poison, seeping into my thoughts, trying to twist reality. But I couldn't let him win. Not anymore.

"Damian, this isn't love," I said quietly, opening my eyes to meet his once more. "This is control. And you're not going to control me anymore."

The words hit him like a slap to the face. His eyes widened, and for a split second, I saw a flicker of confusion, maybe even pain, before the rage returned.

"You don't know what you're saying," he spat, struggling against the officers holding him down. "You'll come back to me. You always do."

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "Not this time."

The officers dragged him to his feet, still yelling incoherently, trying to convince anyone who would listen that he was in the right, that I was his. That we were supposed to be together.

"Y/N!" he called out one last time as they pulled him through the door. "I'll come back for you. I'll always come back."

The door slammed shut, and the room fell into silence once more. I stood there, trembling, trying to process everything that had just happened. He was gone, but the weight of his words lingered like a dark cloud.

I had won this round, but it didn't feel like victory. Damian had been caught, but his obsession wasn't something that would just disappear with handcuffs. It ran deeper than that.

I sank into the chair, my body shaking as the adrenaline finally began to wear off. It was over—for now.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the last time I'd hear Damian's voice.