Ponder// Miniminter x reader

Part 7

"Y/n," Vik sighs as he leaves the door slightly ajar.  You look at him waiting for him to continue as you take a seat on his bed. 

"We-I need to talk,". He says rubbing his neck looking at you.  You blink tilting your head for him to continue.  He sighs again, walking over to his dresser and opening the top drawer, grabbing his keys.  He looks at you again before putting shoes on.  He grabs a pair of your shoes that he'd gotten from your bedroom and handed them to you.

"But we can't do it here,". He whispers.  You nod putting the shoes on quickly and follow him back downstairs.  Vikk shouts to the guys that I'm with him and we'll be back before walking out the front door.  Following him, you head to the passenger side of Vik red Tesla and he joins you in the driver seat.  Turning on the car and backing out, he begins to drive down the motorway. 

"Y/n, there's something you need to know.  Something you need to understand, but when I tell you, you have to believe me okay?"  He says taking a quick glance at your before his eyes go back to the road.  You nod your head once, terrified.  What was he talking about?  Where were you going?

You gasp when Vik pulls into a cemetery, driving slowly as he looked for what you assumed to be a grave.  Vikk stops on the pathway right at the edge of a wooded area where the cemetery ended.  You glance out the window, seeing only 3 graves in the little corner.  They all had beautiful bouquets of flowers on them, with their headstones planted in the ground. 

Vik turns the engine off, but didn't get out of the car, he just sighed letting out a sniffle.  Your eyebrows furrow in concern as Vikk pulls his knees to his chest in the seat and began to cry.  It was after that, that you decided to see why he parked in a cemetery. 

You get out of the car, leaving the door open and walking up to the headstones, reading every individual one...

You gasp and tears begin to fall as you saw the most recently dug grave.

It was still bare across the top, red clay poking out from the browning grass.  The flowers in front of it were beautiful white and blue, Lilies.  Freshly cut and you reached a hand out to feel them, feeling the thick velvety petal signifying they were indeed real.  Finally glancing down at the flat headstone...

                                                                            Simon Edward Minter

  
                                                                 September 7, 1992 - July 29, 2017

".                                                  "They take the best ones to make guardian angels,"

You fall to the ground holding your face as tears stream down your pale cheeks.  The cold wind whipped through the air, blowing about leaves in a mini tornado over the headstone.  You let out a sob, kneeling until your head hit the headstone, your forehead resting on the cold stone as your hands held your sides. 

You feel a warm hand in your shoulder and you jump to see Vik, his cheeks wet from the tears.  He sits next to you cross crossed and hugs you while you cry into his shoulder. 

"That night when the house was broken into, Simon was home, y/n,". Vikk says brokenly. 

"Before your neck was slashed, he was already downstairs.  He faced the murderer first and tried to fight him off but..."

"I heard them,". You whisper for the first time in months, Vik jumped surprised. 

"I heard the crash downstairs,". You wince as your throat began to sting. 

"I didn't know...". You whimper crying harder onto Vik. 

Vikk didn't say anything else, he just held you close and let you cry it out.  After a few minutes you'd calmed down, but both of you still sat on top of the headstone. After another 15 minutes of sitting in silence,  Vik stood, taking you with him to go back to the car.  He buckles you in and goes to the drivers side, getting in and driving the two of you home in silence.  

There was just no way...

He couldn't be dead...he couldn't be....

You look out the side mirror as the cemetery gets farther and farther away...

There was just no way...

You pull the sweater up, showing the thin scar from what happened just 3 months ago.  

He couldn't be...

"In on my sleeve, my skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed,"