The Holiday | Infatuation (Yandere Boys X Reader)

Chapter 32: Intoxicated

"Your friends are dead, because... I killed them!" Ash shouts, "At the hotel... that guy that kidnapped you, I told him to shoot any one who got in the way."

(Y/n)'s fists tremble in her handcuffs; devastation, sickness, rage all burning up inside of her as her eyes start to blur.

Ash sinks to his knees, obviously displaying immense regret for his actions. He hides his face in his hands, opposite to his usual bad-boy exterior. "I didn't mean it, I... I had no idea that they would be there! But... now they are dead, and it's all my fault."

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Hunched up with her hands and head on her knees, resting on the grubby carpeted flooring, (Y/n) feels her sobs slowly subsiding. The aching in her heart, after hearing that her friends had passed away, remains as fresh as ever, painfully reminding her at every second of the day that the six males are gone forever. 

'I didn't even get to say goodbye to them, before they were taken from me.'

New tears start to swell in the female's sore (e/c) orbs, however she holds them back, exhaling a deep breath to calm herself down. Although her hands are isolated by monstrous, metal handcuffs, (Y/n) attempts to wipe her tears away with them anyway, the chunky chains groaning as she moves about. 

Standing to her feet is a difficult activity: Every muscle in the female's body is aching madly, most likely due to the fact that (Y/n) had spent a very uncomfortable, restless night crying herself to sleep on the ground- the chains attached to her handcuffs had restricted her movement throughout the night- and to add to her agony, the female is suffering with a pounding migraine, due to so much crying, and also the fact that a vase was smashed on her head the day before.

The (h/c)-haired girl groans, attempting to stretch her stiff body as far as the chains would allow her to do so. She stands around the room silently, contemplating with a dead look in her eyes.

Something in (Y/n) had changed, snapped, as soon as she had found out about the death of her six male friends, whom she each loved dearly. Crying away the misery and deep sadness had certainly helped her to wash away some of the devastation she feels, however, that sadness had slowly turned to a new emotion: Rage.

(Y/n) had never felt such an emotion before, at least not so intensely, and the only way that she knows how to remove the mourning over her friends is to seek revenge.

As the female looks over at the dark grey-haired male, sleeping peacefully on the ground beside the bed, his bangs fluttering slightly as his lean chest falls and rises, (Y/n)'s eyes narrow. 

'How dare he sleep so comfortably, when my friends are dead, because of him?'

Fury causes (Y/n)'s fists to shake violently in their handcuffs, as her body twitches with anger. 

She must kill Ash. She must avenge her friends.

That is the only way that she can live humanly again.

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A few hours later, Ash wakes up from his sleep, groaning a little. He stands up to stretch, straightening his back and pushing his dark-grey hair back.

All the while, (Y/n) watches him solemnly, her (e/c)-coloured orbs hidden beneath her (h/c)-haired bangs, laying down on the bed, pretending to be asleep. The male looks around the room tiredly, however his smoky eyes like moons seem to rest on the female, as soon as he spots her.