Guiltless insanity

Chapter 11: Getting used to them

Third person POV

At this point, y/n would have to try and balance living with the three killers. It was like trying to perfectly balance a feather and a stone on a scale. Brahms would constantly be craving her attention, yet Billy would get jealous whenever she did give Brahms attention and so he'd also want attention. The only person at the moment that kept her grounded was, surprisingly, Michael. The man who had broken into her home and gave her the fright of her life.

More often than not, in moments such as the one she was in now, she'd go to Michael right after to get support, to try and gain a bit of sanity by just ranting and having him listen to her. As for the moment she was in right now, Brahms wanted her to read him a book, and Billy wanted to hold her, but Brahms had her in an iron grip in his arms. She sighed in exhaustion as she spoke,
"Look...Billy I promise, I'll let you hold me later but I really can't move right now and it's Brahms' turn anyway right now."

And to that, Billy whined in annoyance and pleaded.
"Aw, come on...please pretty girl...Billy will be good for you... he'll be so good...he won't be bad...please pretty girl?"
At this point, he was quite literally tugging on her skirt, kneeling in front of her.

She soon spoke once more, she had learnt that she had to be firm now but not rude to get her point across.
"Look Billy, I told you what's gonna happen, and that's what's gonna happen okay? I'm not changing my mind. I'll read for Brahms, then I'll let you hold me for a bit."
Now, Billy sighed and went to sulk in a corner while she read to Brahms, the words rolling off of her tongue while Brahms had his muscular arms around her waist, holding her close to his tall frame.

Eventually, she finished the chapter and Brahms whispered in her ear, his breath hitting his mask.
"Miss...please stay a little longer...I need you..."
His arms tightened around her waist and he pressed the porcelain lips on his mask against her neck as he mumbled once more.
"Please...I've been such a good boy..."

Y/n sighed again, and spoke calmly, she had to be more caring when speaking to Brahms.
"I know Brahms, but I promised Billy I'd let him have his time with me now, so please. Wait your turn and be good for me a little longer okay?"
Reluctantly, Brahms allowed her to pull herself from his tight grip and she walked to Billy, speaking first.
"Hey, Billy?"

Billy immediately perked up, looking up into her eyes as he was on the floor, quickly standing up and grabbing a hold of her hips, speaking urgently.
"Is it..is it Billy's turn now? It's my turn now right? Right pretty girl?"
If he wasn't a violent, horrendous killer, she might've actually found this cute. However, nonetheless, he was a killer, and one wrong move could kill her, especially with how bipolar he could be.

She hesitated, but she nodded, either way she'd have to say yes, wouldn't she? She didn't have much of a choice at the moment.
"Yeah, come on Billy. Let's go to my room."
She took his hand and walked with Billy to her room, unaware of just what exactly he had planned for her in there.

Soon, they got to her room, and she walked right in with him, not noticing that he locked the door after entering with her. He could feel himself already getting excited for what was to come. He could finally be close to her. He was so touch-starved that even the fact she held his hand sent shivers crawling up his spine. His whole body was tingling with anticipation, he couldn't wait any longer.

Finally. He could have her all to himself for at least a few hours. He was desperate for this. He quickly dragged her to the bed and pushed her down, he was on top of her within moments. His voice was a bit hoarse as he spoke, panting like a dog.
"Y/n...shh..let me have this..please pretty girl, I'll behave..."
To this, she was baffled, soon slowly nodding hesitantly, wondering what on earth he could want this bad and hoping it wasn't what she thought it was.