Darkness Helps Me Hide It

Chapter 23: Helpful Intruder

*Y/N POV*

"Y/N..."

The figure just stood there for a minute. They sounded out of breathe. I was sitting there frozen. I looked around to find anything to protect myself with. My eyes fell onto the lamp on the bed side table. I took it in my head ready to throw it. Before i could do so the figure quickly came over me and covered my mouth. It was..

Anti?

"Hey don't freak out. Its just me. So uhh please put down the lamp. Please." He gave a toothy grin. Alrighty then. "I'm gonna move my hand okay? Please don't scream." I nodded in agreement. Why would I scream? I mean suddenly my window opens to have a guy come in unannounced but then again it was Anti so I mentally shrugged to myself. He immediately removed his hand and sat back onto the bed quietly. I set the lamp back down gently.

"Glad ya didn't throw it at me." He chuckled softly. "But now I need you to listen to me." his voice was an hushed as possible. Didn't even know it was possible. "Dark told me what happened between you, him and Wilford but you have to understand he didn't mean any of it. After that night where you tried to go kill your foster parents or whatever. He had to knock you out, obviously." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "He said once he brought you home he felt so weird. He kept texting me throughout the time you were passed out worried about you. He'd come up with wacky scenarios about what would happen to you. He wanted you safe. He cares about you Y/N. Believe me." Anti explain.

I sat there in a bit of disbelief. I didn't know what to think. Wilford had the recording but here's Anti with his own words describing how Dark felt. I didn't know what to think.

"If you don't believe me. Read the texts yourself." He took out a phone from his pocket and handed it to me. I was about to unlock the phone when I heard foot steps coming down the hallway.
Anti stood up in panic. Before he could go for the window Wilford had already opened the door holding his signature golden pistol. Anti held up his hands and gave a nervous laugh.

"Hi there Wilford. How ya doin'?" He let out in a worried tone. He looked over to me and glanced at the phone. I put it away under my pillow with Wilford seeing me.

"How dare you break into my home?" Wilford sounded irritated. Maybe before he was woken up. How though? He was about three rooms down. He couldn't have possibly heard that.

My thoughts were interrupted when the loud noise of a gunshot rang through my ears. I flinched.

I looked to see Anti on the floor clutching his leg. His thigh to be more specific.

"Mother of Christ!" He screamed out. I sat there prettified. Not knowing what to do. Wilford slowly walked over to Anti ready to blow his brains out.

"W-wilford wait!" I spoke out. He turned to me. The agitated look he had before turned into a soft smile. He put the gun behind his back and walked over to the right side of my bed.

"What is it sweetheart?" He sat down and looked at me. I had to come up with something so he wouldn't kill Anti.

"I-I uhh...I don't like the sounds of gunshots...could you not uhh shoot him please?" I tired to sound believable. He gave me a weird look. "Plus after this I uhh wanna sleep w-with you. I-I'm scared.." That got him. He smiled again and nodded.

"Alright. I'll go put him away and I'll come back to get you. Would that be okay?" He asked politely.

I nodded in agreement. When he turned away I shot a look at Anti and mouthed "don't worry." He looked at me with a pained look on his face. Didn't last long until Wilford knocked him out with a kick to the head. Ouch..