BasicallyIDoWrk x Reader // I Love You

Chapter 15. Where are They?

- Your POV - 

It's been a couple days since Marcel and I have agreed to let Nikita stay, I must say she's alot different to what I expected her to be. I thought that after being held hostage for so long that in a way, she'd be damaged, almost insane in a way. But no, we treat her normally and she acts normally, either way I'm not against it. 

"Hey (y/n), have you seen Nikita today?" Marcel asks as he walks into our room and sits onto the bed. I had seen her, but she was using the phone to call someone.

"Yeah, she was calling someone. Why?" Even after all the days that she's stayed here, Marcel had still been unsure about her. In my opinion she seems like a lovely girl, I don't see what Marcel could possible have against her. 

- Marcel's POV - 

She was calling someone? Who could she possible have called? She's been taken away for god knows how long, and now she's calling someone? That's not right, surely. And I highly doubt that she knows her friends or parents number after being locked away. I'm gonna go talk to her. 

Making my way out of the room, (y/n) is still looking through clothes tonight for our date, we've been planning it for a while. I walk to the kitchen, no sign that Nikita was even here. Maybe she's in the lounge? Nope, not there either. I sit down on the couch, looking down onto the coffee table, it's her phone. I pick it up, unlocking it, no password. I go into her messages, there's only one contact that she's messaged, and it was today. 

"What are you doing?" I jump, swinging around to see Nikita standing behind me, looking puzzled as ever.

"Oh, uhh, sorry. I thought your phone buzzed, my fault, sorry..." I quickly lock the phone and give it to her, she looks mad. "Umm, I should get ready for tonight, I'll just go," that's when she slaps me, straight across the cheek, my face scrunches up in pain and stings. "What the f-"

"You're mine, come, now, don't speak," I look her up and down in shock, then see the knife in her hand. If I call out to (y/n), Nikita might hurt her, I don't want that. I stand up, as Nikita starts to walk, I slowly follow. What does this pyscho want now? (Y/n) and I were nice enough to let her in our house for as long as she needs, and now she insults us by doing this? 

- Nikita's POV - 

So far my plans gone amazingly, Marcel can't do anything about his little girl, by morning she'll be dead anyway. I don't want to share him, so I'll just have to get rid of my competition.

"Fucking let me go you freak!" Marcel complains, being tied to a chair while squirming around. We're at my apartment, yes I have an apartment, the only reason I was staying with (y/n) was for him. "Nikita!"

"Shut up Marcy, you're all mine now. (Y/n) is gonna die tonight and therefor there'll be no worrying on either side," I laugh, walking up to him and tracing his jaw line with my finger. What fun I'm going to have with him, he's going to have to learn to love me. One way, or another...

- Your POV - 

"He's not answering his phone, he hasn't told me where he is, he just left!" I'm worried about Marcel, he's never done this before, he always tells me where he's going. And on top of that I can't find Nikita. 

"Maybe he went to get you something, or maybe the booking for your date tonight somehow got cancelled and he's fixing it before you find out," Scotty says, while on a group chat along with Craig. 

"Yeah, I'm sure it's fine (y/n)," Craig agrees. No matter how many times they say it, until he gets home I'm still gonna worry. 

~ Several hours later... ~ 

Okay, somethings wrong. He's not home. Nikita's not here. Something is really, really wrong...

Sorry for the short chapter, as you know I can't update much.