He's here. And he didn't seem pleased, not one fucking bit.
You tried throwing him off but he wrapped his free hand around your neck and tightened the grip with each breath you took. You began clawing at him as hard as you could to make him release you, sadly, it didn't help, you saw his eyes grow darker and as began laughing menacingly.
You couldn't get him off, then your remembered and would slap the hell out of yourself if you weren't so scared at the moment. You jabbed him in the eyes. Blood dripped down your fingers as he moved his head back and began to howl in pain. Taking this as a chance you caught your breath and threw him off, then headed to the door and ran for dear life.
Before you can make it out the door he grabbed you from behind and pulled you in. You started to fight him again. "Fuck that shit." You thought to yourself.
Still, holding you from behind, he yanked you by your hair so your face was looking at his. A pulsing pain began in your scalp from the strength he used to pull your locks. Then you felt a cold metal object on your throat, making you squeak in surprise.
"Now now, (Y/N). Remember what we discussed? I wanna have some fun, unless, I don't know- I go to you grandmother's house and kill those stupid fucks you call a family?" He growled in your ear.
Silent, you starred at him. No emotion. You can't let him know that he struck a nerve. I mean, how would he know where your grandmother's house is?
"(Insert address here) is your grandmother's address... Isn't it sweetheart?" He chuckled as your eyes widened from shock. "How the hell did he know?" You said outloud.
"I've watched you for a VERY long time (Y/N). I know everything about you. I know your favorite color is (F/C). Your favorite movie, TV show, your pet peeves, your families names and schedules. I know how you got your first heartbreak. I mean- how do you think I got in in the first place? I know where the "secret hiding place" is. I hid there after you and your family fell asleep. I heard the conversation with your sister too when I sat by your window when you came home from the hospital and I must tell you. I hate liars."
You froze. You didn't know what to do. You just closed your eyes as tight as you could, only to have your head being yanked back again. Whimpering in pain, you look back at his face, anger flashing in your eyes.
He chuckled at your pain, "Honestly, (Y/N), you're kinda cute." Your eyes widened, then you felt it, looking the best you could, he ripped your stitches out. "But, I want my work to show." You screamed. The pain was unbearable, he began to laugh like the mad man he was but it came to an end when the front door broke down.
~Present~
"
So Ms.(L/N), you're saying he came back for you after his first attempt to kill you?"
"He didn't only come back once, it was multiple times. He wanted to have his fun with me." You showed her the multiple scars he left on your body.
"And the agents that broke the door down?"
You stayed quiet. "He killed one of them." You mumbled. "The other got out alive along with dragging me out with him to the hospital. Jeff disappeared once he killed Quincy. A month later , he disapeard. My family was able to come home, so was my mother. Once this happened, we moved to a new state, to start a new life and to forget that any of this happened... But that was a big mistake-"
"He found you.." She stated.
Looking down at your sleeping son, you began to pet his curly head. Then had the curage to find your voice.
"Yes."
I finally updated! Yay!
