Driven Into Madness (Yandere!John Laurens x reader) (Wattys2017)

Marry him

"I will marry you..." You say with sadness laced in your voice. John's eyes lit up with pure hope.
"I-I can't believe it! I'm so happy!" John said with a goofy smile on his face. You tried your best to give him a happy grin aswell, but no matter what you decided to do, you would still feel hurt inside. You untied him and he gave you a passionate kiss. He grabbed onto your hand and pulled you up off the floor."

"You... can stand? I thought you were hurt."
"Oh, trust me I am. But you just gave me a boost of energy that I've never experienced before." You smiled. His happiness was almost addictive. That smile could make you feel better than anything else. So, you smiled. It felt as if a smile carved itself onto your face. You couldn't stop. Even if you wanted to, your mouth wouldn't allow it.

John pulled you out of the cell and cheerfully strolled out of the rusty prison. Before you two made it out, you heard footsteps approaching. Even though John was in a good mood, he sped up as to not get caught. He placed you on a horse that was just a ways away from the building. He grabbed you by the hips and sat you down on the horse. He sat down behind you, Holding onto you with one hand around your waist.

He swiftly kicked the horse's side and it began to take off. You felt the wind blow through your pores very strongly. You decided to look back at the prison, only to find your dear friend Hercules standing right outside of the door. Your smile faded and you felt tears rush down your cheeks.

John repositioned himself, it was now impossible to see Herc. You turned your head forward and look at the road in front of you. Total silence swarmed to two of you. The only sound present was the horse's hooves clopping against the dirt road.

While it was clear that you didn't want to start a conversation, you decided to ask John something.
"Where... are we going exactly?"
"England."
"But how? Won't the king find out that im a traitor?"
"Don't worry. He will probably only see you as just a woman. Nothing more than that."

You grew a little grouchy from that statement, but soon you brushed it off.
"What if, America wins? Will we be pulled back into the state and be executed?"
"Like I said, don't worry about it. That most likely wont happen. But, on the off chance that it does, at least we will die together..."
You felt your body freeze up. You had no intentions on dying. Hell, you didn't even think about the possibility of death.

"John."
"Yes, love?"
"I don't want to die..."
John's eyes widened. He didn't realise you interpreted what he said into a bad thing.

"It'll be ok. I'll try my best to protect you! I swear on my life." He said, squeezing your waist a little tighter. You felt a little more comfortable, but his words still lingered in your mind. John placed his head in the crook of your neck and whispered sweet nothing's into your ear. You started dozing off. You soon heard absolutely nothing. You had no dream. There was nothing to dream about. Your mind was blank. You didn't know what to think anymore.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the scene around you.
"Where... am I?" You stuttered.
Your eyes darted from one place to another. You appeared to be on a boat, but John was not there. No one was. You were in and empty room that only contained a mattress and a blanket. You placed your feet on the ground and proceeded to open the door. The knob jiggled and you squeaked. You jumped back in bed and pretended to sleep.

John opened the door, Holding a tray that held fruits, bread, and milk.
"Rise and shine, hun!" He chuckled.
You lifted yourself up and he placed the tray in your lap.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" You asked.
"I did earlier. You woke up kinda late."
"What time is it?"
"9 o'clock!"
You groaned. You didn't wake up that late. He was just an early bird.

You picked up the bread and slowly nibbled on it. John sat and admired you. He didn't stop staring until you finished, so you felt very awkward the whole time. John took the tray away and placed it on the floor next to him. You felt kind of uncomfortable. Your clothes felt dirty and your hair was unbrushed.