Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 11

After Y/n finished getting ready, they headed to the best club downtown—the best part being that it wasn't owned by the Vees. The night was theirs to enjoy. They danced, sang, and drank with abandon, letting the music sweep them away. Angel didn't ask any questions or bring up Vox; he knew it wasn't the right moment, even if his curiosity was eating at him from the inside.

Hours passed in a haze of lights, laughter, and carefully accepted drinks. They were beyond tipsy—drunk, really. Ozzie was the only one still relatively coherent. Y/n and Angel were far past the point of moderation.

"L-l-lw my call a tazi" Angel slurred, fumbling for his phone, but Ozzie interrupted with a grin. "It's okay, let me just teleport you guys—it'll be faster."

He placed both hands on their shoulders, completely enveloping them in a protective hold. Fizzarolli, too drunk to stand on his own, rested heavily against Ozzie.

"Thanks, Fizz, and thanks, Ozzie... for tonight. I couldn't have spent a better night," Y/n said, flashing a drunken grin. Fizz, barely able to speak, waved back lazily, while Ozzie activated his teleportation, whisking them all away to the hotel in a blur of motion.

Everyone was already fast asleep. Y/n took one of the keys, walked Angel to his room, and finally made her way to her own. She started to undress before collapsing onto her bed. Lying there, she stared at the ceiling, her blurry vision turning the lights into strange shapes.

"A TV... it's a TV," she whispered with a small, humorless laugh. "Shape of... a TV..." Her laughter faded, and tears began to overflow. She tangled herself in the blanket, knowing she might have rushed things with him. But the connection they shared... it was unlike anything she had felt in ten years.

She had died in 2015, betrayed by someone she had trusted with everything. And now, despite her better judgment, she had let herself fall again—so easily, so completely. She sobbed until her body gave out, finally slipping into a restless sleep.

The next morning, she woke with a pounding head and a violently upset stomach. She ran to the toilet, emptying all the alcohol from the night before. When she finally stood in front of the mirror, her reflection stunned her. She looked terrible—haggard and pale. She never thought she'd let a man do this to her again. And yet, here she was.

Eventually, she made her way downstairs and found Vaggie making pancakes.

"Hey, Vaggie," Y/n's voice made the other woman jump.

"H-Hey... when did you get in? I didn't see you yesterday," Vaggie said, plating a few pancakes before handing them to Y/n.

"During the night... I took a key," Y/n replied quietly, sitting at the table and staring blankly at the pancakes. She wasn't even hungry. Her mind wandered back to Vox's breakfast from a few days ago, and she swallowed hard at the memory.

"Are you alright? You look very pale," Vaggie asked, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder. But the h/c-haired girl barely reacted, lost in thought and lingering pain.

A knot was tightened firmly around her throat, and she fought desperately to keep her tears from spilling

Some words finally escaped her in a low, trembling voice.
"I don't know... I-trusted someone, and he betrayed me. I knew I shouldn't have given my trust so easily, so quickly, but I did, I-"

She stopped, eyes dropping to her hand as she stabbed the pancake with the tip of her knife, frustration trembling through her fingers.

"Hey, hey... it's not your fault if someone betrayed you," Vaggie said gently. "That's on him. You didn't do anything wrong."

Y/n only nodded, forcing herself to take a small bite of the pancake, even though it tasted like nothing.

"Good morninggggggggg! Oh—hi, Y/n!" Charlie sang as she came downstairs, her cheerful energy filling the room. She didn't immediately notice the state Y/n was in.