Empty Shell - Yandere X Reader

Empty Station

I had been stuck in the car so long that I lost track of time. The only thing I could see was the small digital clock on the car. But it didn't tell what day it was. I felt like I had been in that car for years but clearly that wasn't true. I felt sicker as each hour passed too. I had stopped eating. I don't think I would have felt any better if I had ate though, because the only thing the boys bought for food was unhealthy snacks from every gas station we drove by. Candy, chips, the occasional hot dog, and a coffee or water bottle to drink. When I was a kid I dreamed of eating that stuff for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It sounded so appetising. But in actually it was just gross. Thomas always tried to feed me. Since I couldn't use my hands (that were still tied), Thomas had to hold the food up to my mouth and let me eat it. I felt like a baby whenever he did it. But I had been starving and every five seconds my stomach would roar. Thomas would look at me worried and then try to offer me food again. Another thing that made me feel bad was that my wrist had been tied almost the entire journey. The only time they were off is when Thomas would give me a bathroom break. We would park at another gas station to use their bathroom and stock up on things we needed. Before he untied me, Thomas would take out this gun he stored in the glovebox. He would reload it in front of me and then hold it to my forehead. Without the safety on. He could have accidentally pulled the trigger and I would've died. He would hold it on my head and say, "I'm going to untie you. But if you try to escape or make loud noises to get attention, I will shoot everyone in the building." Surprisingly, he never threatened to kill me. Just everyone else. After the talk, he would slowly untie me. My wrists and ankles were always red with deep cuts in them. The ropes even had a bit of dried blood on them. Then he would give me a hoodie to wear and tall socks. The socks and hoodie looked weird with my short dress and heels. But I had to wear them so no one could see my scars. Thomas would then hold onto my hand and take me to the restroom. He would make sure no one was inside the bathrooms first. He would open every stall just to make sure. Then I would go in and he'd stand outside the door with his gun in his jacket pocket. I did try to escape a few times. I had tried this three times at different places, I stood on top of the toilet (after taking off my heels of course) and I pushed on of the roof panels away. I would try and pull myself up but I wasn't strong enough. I was weak before but starving myself made it hard to even push away the panel. I wasn't doing so well. After the third try, I realized my escape attempts were futile.

One day, we were all on the road again. I was shifting in my seat trying to sleep since it was dark outside. Thomas was holding my hands and also trying to get some rest. Walker was driving as usual. The entire time we had been driving, I had never seen Walker sleeping. He must have slept at some time but it was clear he wasn't getting enough. His eyes were kind of a red color and he had big, dark circles under his eyes. Every now and then, I would see him close his eyes and his head would dip down. I would feel my heart skip a beat because he was obviously falling asleep. But then he would just jump back up and continue driving as if nothing had happened. Whenever Thomas noticed it, he would pull Walker's hair or bite his arm. The biting freaked me out. Anyway, when I was trying to relax and sleep I felt my stomach churning. I sat up really quickly. Which made Thomas get up as well. I slapped my tied hands over my mouth. "What's wrong!?" Thomas panicked. Walker started to glance behind at me. "I... I think I'm going to throw up," I started to feel my mouth salivate. Thomas grabbed Walker's shoulder and shook it. "Stop now!" he yelled. Walker tried to keep his hands straight on the wheel as his shoulders shook. "Where?" the car swerved a little. "I don't know! Wait, a gas station. Stop!" Thomas pointed at the gas station. The station was totally empty. There were no cars in sight. Not even on the road. As soon as Walker stopped the car, Thomas quickly untied me. He forgot his gun and my sweater and socks. I pulled me out of the car and basically dragged me to the girl's bathroom. As I was dragged to the restroom I noticed that there were two men working at the counter. One was a teenager who was probably fourteen and the other man was overweight and maybe in his forty's. They were both shocked when we entered the building. Thomas pushed me into the bathroom and surprisingly came in with me. I ran to the toilet and threw up. Thomas closed his eyes and cringed. While I was throwing up I realized that this was my time to escape. Thomas didn't have his gun so he couldn't kill anyone. Walker opened the door to the bathroom and then started to leave again at the sight of me over the toilet. Thomas grabbed him and brought him back inside. I finished being sick and went to the sink to clean up. "H-Here's your gun," Walker handed Thomas his gun. I noticed that Thomas and Walker held onto each other's hand for way too long as they passed the gun. But now Thomas had a gun. I couldn't escape after all. "Thank you, Walker," Thomas smiled and put the gun away. He walked over to me and rubbed my back. "Are you okay?" he looked at me in the mirror. I nodded. He grabbed my chin and made me look him in the eyes. I saw Walker in the corner of my eye. He nervously glanced away. Thomas gave me a kiss on the cheek. I hated it but it's not like I could really do anything about it. We all walked out of the bathroom together; which must have looked weird to the workers. We were about to head out the door when a breaking news story came on the tiny tv the workers had on. All three of us turned to see what it was. "Breaking news: Three teenagers have gone missing." The announcer said. We then saw our pictures plastered across the screen. Walker gasped and Thomas grabbed my arm. Seeing my picture on the tv gave me hope that I hadn't felt in a while. The workers stared at us and then the news. They did that for a few seconds. While they were shocked, Thomas tried to bring me outside but I kept pulling away from him. "(Name)! We are leaving right now!" Thomas suddenly burst. His yell must have snapped the workers out of there trance. The teen pushed a button behind him. Walker then ran to the door but the automatic door wouldn't open. Walker tried to pull it open but it wouldn't budge. Thomas started to panic. He took out his gun and started to load it. I noticed and then tried to run to the bathroom again. But this time Walker got me. He held my hand and shook his head. "You'll make it worse! Just stick around and things will get better," his eyes started to water. I was super worried but I still trusted Walker. He was in the same situation as me. Thomas held up the gun and stepped closer to the men at the counter. "Open the door! Open it and no one gets hurt!" he waved his gun around dangerously. The men put up their hands. "Hey kid, I know you are scared but you don't shoot anyone." the older man said extremely calm. He started to put his hands down but then Thomas took another step closer. Walker and I stood by the door and held each other's hand. We were too scared to do anything. We were frozen. "How would you know what I want? I just want out of here! Open the door!" Thomas slammed his fist on the counter. The teen started to back away to a door. The man nodded at Thomas. "I can't let you go. Your parents miss you! Don't you want to go home?" he pointed to the tv. The tv had a picture of my mom and their parents. I was convinced that the man was going to stop Thomas. He was so calm and he said all the right things. I thought. Thomas started to laugh a little but it turned into a small cry. "You don't even know what you're talking about!" his gun hand started to falter a little. The man nodded again and slowly moved his hand to remove the gun from Thomas. He was only an inch away from grabbing it. He almost had it! But then the teen opened the door behind him. The door made a loud creak as it moved. Thomas immediately noticed. He put his gun back up and shot the teen in the cheek. I gasped and then hugged Walker. I hid my face in his shoulder. I heard something hit the floor. I started to cry and so did Walker. I heard another loud bang from Thomas's gun and a yell. He had clearly shot the older man now. "You should have just opened the fucking door!" Thomas kept shooting his gun. I looked up for a second thinking it was over. There was blood splattered on the walls and I couldn't see the workers anymore. Thomas walked behind the counter and pushed the button that the teen had pushed. The doors flew open. Thomas sighed and then smiled happily. Then he just left the building. He didn't even look at Walker and I. Walker held onto me as we slowly walked to the car. I noticed Thomas had dark red blood all over his black tennis shoes. Walker helped me into the car. They didn't put my ropes back on. Walker started driving again as if the last few minutes didn't happen. Thomas stared blankly out the window. At first, he had a small smile but then he just started sobbing. Then he hugged me like I was a teddy bear. I tried to push him away at first but he was too strong. After five minutes of crying, Thomas fell asleep again while holding onto me. Once he did I pushed him away finally. I tried to get sleep again that night but I couldn't. All I saw when I closed my eyes was that gas station.

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