Forgive (Mithzan X the reader)

Chapter Thirteen: Butt Knights

Hey everyone! This is the last chapter update for this week. I'm going on vacation on Saturday and will be returning on Tuesday. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Besides that, I have a couple announcements to announce. First of all, 500 reads! HOLY COW! Thank you guys so much for the support! I feel appreciated. Secondly, I have to give a shoutout to @BriannaZexal . She has been recently voting on all of the chapters. So, thank you so much! Lastly, I would like to say that I appreciate you guys so much. I say it every chapter but I really do mean it. Anyways, please enjoy this chapter of Forgive and the music paired up with it. Goodbye and I appreciate your existence! ~S.R ;3

SONG: 10,000 Emerald Pools // ARTIST(S): Børns // I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG! ;3

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Previously on Chapter Twelve of Forgive...

She gently pushes me. "You're the dweeb, dweeb."

"You're a double dweeb and a nerd."

We laugh. So much laughing today. We head to the kitchen.

Maybe I am falling for her.

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(Y/N)'s POV

Another broken heart. Satisfying. How 'bout another one, shall we? Evil me asks as Max sprints out of the room, crying.

Please. I'll do anything for this repeated nightmare to stop.

Anything?

I nod my head.

Hm. Nah. This is way more fun.

I growl. I take a pair of scissors on my desk and stab myself. I don't feel anything.

I pass out again as blood flows out of my abdomen.

I groggily open my eyes and stretch, as I would do every morning to get myself adjusted. Yet, I was still half-asleep. I realize that I woke up in Max's bed and that its morning. His Pokémon pillow supporting my head and his blankets softly hugging me. The sun shines through the curtain and gleams in my eyes. I groan.

"Five more minutes," I say aloud to no one. I have to stop these nightmares.

Suddenly, I hear a plate smash in the kitchen, which causes me to jolt up.

I can hear Max's angry voice. "Dude, what the fuck? (Y/N)'s still sleeping! I told you to be careful!"

Another voice argues back, but I can't hear what he's saying. "I'm... it's not my fault... it was an accident... stop being mean..."

I grab my glasses from the nightstand, along with my phone. I stick on my spectacles. After checking the usual social media pages, I roll out of bed. As I walk towards the door, I pass a mirror that was loosely hung on the wall. I realize that my hair's a complete mess. I take a hair tie from my wrist and attempt to put it into a ponytail. I straighten out my glasses as I open the door.

I exit the bedroom at the same time Ross exits his bedroom.

"Morning," he manages to say as he rubs his hazelnut-colored hair.