My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

You little brat

"You're out of your mind if you think I'll be marrying a complete stranger."
The lump in my throat grows heavier every time I use the term marry.

"You already sighed the papers," My mom says smugly, "you can't go back now."

I grit my teeth. "Because you locked me in my room for a week and starved me until I agreed to your stupid-"

She holds up a figure, signaling me to shut my trap. "Don't make me do it again. Don't think for one second that I won't do it again, young lady."

I would stick out my tongue at her but think better of it since the last time I did was when I was 9 with her voilently scrubbing my mouth with soap, reapetedly calling me 'unclean'.

Instead, I give her an icy glare. "I don't doubt you would." Stomping to my room. I stare at the photo of the man I am now bound to. He has bright caramel eyes that seem too fake to be true. I never actually met him in person. Maybe because of the fact that I would strangle him every chance I got. I grabbed the dull picture and tried opening the window to throw it out but realized it was locked. Bastards.

I throw the picture across the room and yell on my pillow in frustration.
This is all your fault Gon Freecs.
I hate you.

It's 9:00 pm and even upstairs, in my room, with the door shut, I can hear my parent's laughter ring downstairs. They're clearly putting on a show for their guests. I learned not to go down there ever since I sneaked down once and had a gun pointed at my head.

But I was tired of being pushed around. I knew for a fact that I wasn't the bravest birdie around but at the same time, I was not going to sit here and allow my life to just pass me by. I grabbed my suitcase and began packing.

When I was halfway done, I paused hearing footsteps. Quickly, I ran to my window, wide eyed. When I heard the doornob tug, I hit the glass with my leather suitcase and jumped, earning myself a few minor scratches.

I heard my mother's shreak as I landed on the huge tree next to our house. Technically, I had already planned all of this, except, I was never brave enough to pull such a stunt.

Because I knew I would be good as dead if I was caught.

Then I heard it. Loud and clear.

The sound of a gun shot.

I didn't.... I didn't think that they would actually...

Jesse.

My brother. They warned me about this. I knew what would happen if I ever tried escaping.

I was naìve.

My feet felt numb as I reached the forest, gasping. It didn't matter, I would not forfeit! I-

Before I knew what was happening, I felt my body stumble, my back hitting rocks and sticks. It was loud and when it was over, I felt dizzy. Though it wasn't enough to stop me.

I kept running. The wedding was tomorrow. It was now or never.

I made contact with another body as I was running and was afraid that it was my father. Or worse, my mother. But it wasn't. It was a teenage boy around my age, about 16 or 17. His hair was oddly the color white and his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, directing their gaze at me.

"I am so sorry but I, I-" I look behind me, checking for any signs of anyone following me and turn back, "I have to go. Sorry again!" After two steps, someone tugs my wrist.

"Why are you running?" The stranger asks, seemingly oblivious to my obvious urge to get away from here as soon as possible.

"I'm just uh, jogging. Now let go!" I say, tugging my hand away. He raises an eyebrow.