This Isn't Love (Yandere boys x reader)

~A Sadist~

The girl ran to the house, looking back to make sure Richie was the one on top. She opened the door, hearing the screams of her friend from upstairs. Almost running, (Y/n) went up the stairs to see what was going on, only to see Trevor holding Steph down from one of her fits to leave. "No matter what you do, Steph! It won't work." He smirked.

"LET ME GO, PLEASE!" Was all she managed to cry before she deemed her actions pointless.

"Let her go!" (Y/n)'s voice was weak, but heard clearly. Steph perked up, as did Trevor. The tired girl stood in the door as she stared at the two. Steph managed to get out of Trevor's dead arms and into (Y/n)'s. The two stayed in that position long enough for Trevor to realize this was his chance. He swiftly walked to the door and pushed the girls deeper into the room, closing the door and then looming over them.

"This has to be a dream come true." The two girls layed on the ground in fear as they gazed up at the crazy boy. "Only thing that could make this better is-" a knock on the door was heard.

"T-trevor? Who are talking to in there?" Trevor smirked.

"Christmas came early this year." He swung around and opened the door to a worried Freddy.

"Holy shit... Is that (Y/n)?!-" The boy was cut off when Trevor punched him in the throat. He gasped for air, only for Trevor to send another punch to the males stomach.

"That was for my mother." Freddy looked into Trevor's eyes before everything went dark, for him. Trevor slammed his fast so hard that he had knocked out Freddy. (Y/n) and Steph stared at his lifeless body in horror before an object came shooting towards his head at a very fast speed. The object bounced off his head, and down the stairs, landing with a hard thud. Trevor walked into view with a grin on his face. "And that was for my father." He then looked over the girls and walked up to them. "Now, lets get this show on the road."

Grabbing the girls' wrists, he walked down the stairs dragging them behind. They arrived at the bottom, opening the door to a lightly breathing Richie in the middle of the culdesac. "R-richie?" The concerned blonde ran up to his friend, dragging the girls along with him. (Y/n) showed more concern than Steph had expected.

"Trevor? (Y/n), Steph! You're all... Ok!" he coughed out.

"Hey hey hey, what the fuck happened?" Trevor looked around for someone else, only to be met with the silence.

"Jason... Didn't want to die out in the open. He dragged himself to his house to die in peace... But I-"

"No, you aren't dying." Trevor let go of their wrists and picked up his best friend. "Come on, you girls better follow." He walked to his car, only having the girls follow because of (Y/n)'s concern with Richie. They all got in the car, Rcihie in the front, the two girls sitting together in the back. Trevor started the car, but after a quick check to his friend, he realized he was gone. Rage filled the male as he slammed his fist onto the wheel. (Y/n) knew what it meant, and began to call her eyes out next to Steph, who was confused by (Y/n)'s concern with their captors.

"Im gonna bury him. In his favorite spot, (Y/n) he took you to it, take me there." Trevor looked back for a second and hopped out of the car, going around to grab the body. He then proceeded to go to the trunk and take out a shovel.  (Y/n) silently agreed as she took Steph by the hand, getting out, and leading the way through the trees. The three passed the two already buried boys in the ground, and a new wave of sadness swept over her.

They finally arrived in the spot and laid the boy out and he began to dig the hole in the grass. (Y/n) help onto the younger girl's hand tightly, letting all of the stress and hardship of her life get to her in one single moment, not adding a new low, losing her last hope. Trevor picked up the body and laid it down gently. "I'll miss you, Richie." He did his best not to cry, quickly switching to a more possessive tone and grabbed the girls by their wrists. "Lets go." He walked away from the scene stopped only for a moment to strike his last bit of fear in (Y/n) by raising her wrist high enough to make her ear closer to his mouth.

"I love you (Y/n)"

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