Never Going Back Austin Mahone (Y/n)

Chapter Six

"Y/n...Come on get up babe" I hear as I open my eyes. The bright light from the window I previously broke makes me flinch. When my vision finally adjusts, I see Austin standing in front of me with a tray that holds a bowl of cereal, orange juice and a granola bar....half bitten granola bar. "...Wow thanks" I giggle. He sighs and takes a sip of the juice, I watch him as he swallows it down and looks around the room. He brings his left hand up to nibble on his nail before glancing at me. His cheeks turn a bit red. "You're staring at me, y/n" He mumbled. I smirk and take a spoonful of my colorful cereal. "Im still very mad" He says as he lays a hand on my knee.

"Sorry about that" I reply as I chew the last bit I had in my mouth. He sighs once again and stands up, making his way towards the door. "No Austin..please come back" I groan and pat the spot on the bed he just got up from. He shook his head and left me...alone.

How mad can he be? He caught me. Im back in this stupid house so why is he so angry? Im not even hungry anymore so I place the tray on the ground and fall back asleep.

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Austin's P.o.v.

I really need to think things over. Im so stressed out! I call Alex

"Hey buddie" he answered. I lay the phone down on the bathroom counter before putting Alex on speaker. "Alex" I start as I brush my hair "I don't know what to do about Y/n. She tried to run away yesterday and Im afraid she's going to try again" I sigh. He chuckles before replying. "Austin, bro. When one of my girls do that I kill her"

"WHAT!?" I scream. HE'S INSANE! I quickly take him off of speaker and peek my head out of the bathroom to make sure that Uncle Mark wasn't anywhere near. "Alex what the fuck dud-"
"It's the only way..if she gets away, she'll tell the cops" he explained. My mouth was wide open. I can't believe he just said that. "Think about it Austin" he whispered then hung up. I would never kill Y/n..but at the same time, what if she does tell the police? I can't let her do that. "Fuck" I groan.

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It's about 7:30 pm now and Im about to go get Y/n for dinner. "Fruit punch or Coke?" Uncle Mark asks as he sets the table. "Um..I've got the drinks, Mark" I smiled sweetly. "Oh thanks! I'll get this chicken out of the oven then" He patted my back. Mark is very...feminine. He's been gay for as long as I can remember. My mom supported him but the rest of the family (grandmother, Aunts, cousins,etc.) did not accept him. So after my mom passed away, he took me in. He says its his way of "saying thanks" to my mom.

I made sure Mark wasn't looking when I grabbed the bleach from the cleaning supplies cabinet and poured more bleach than Juice in Y/n's cup....oh boy. I'm a murderer. I put the bleach back a second before Mark turned around. "Where is Y/n?" he asked. "She's sleeping in my room...upstairs...not in the basement" I panicked, feeling sweat run down my forehead.

"....kay then" he said while backing away from me slowly

I looked at the glass filled with about 1/3 juice and 2/3 bleach. I gulped and made my way out of the kitchen. I faked stomping noises to make it seem like I was going upstairs. I dashed to the basement door and quickly unlocked it. There she was, sleeping with her legs sprawled out across the air bed and her hair messily covering her face, a few strands in her mouth. I sigh before walking over to her. I pull the blanket from her legs causing her to open one eye and lowly growl at me. "Time to eat. Oh! and don't tell Mark about being in the basement" I sigh before turning to make my way back to the kitchen. I hear her groan and begin to follow me.

As we sat at the table, I began to get a bit anxious about the whole bleach situation. I really like her but..like Alex said, she could easily rat me out and that would make my life worse off than it already is. She takes a bite of her food, which is poorly seasoned due to our lack of money to buy pepper and salt. Probably should've gotten some when I went to the market. She raises her glass and tips it towards her lips. At this point im basically staring her down even though I know it won't kill her instantly. She takes a sip and I swear everything is in slow motion now. Her eyes go wide and she spits the mixture back into her cup, most going onto my white shirt shes wearing.

"Woah Jesus!" Mark shouts as he rushes over to her side to pat her shirt with a napkin. She glanced at me and started to smile she started to laugh, she laughed for a while then said "Sorry guys um...I uh..this juice.." she trailed off, pushing the cup away from herself. "It smells like pure..bleach or something and it tastes awful!" she exclaims.

"Its just tropical punch but...we have water if you like?" Mark chuckles

"NO!" I scream "Drink it, its fine!" I stand up and push the cup closer to her. She shakes her head. "For god's sake!" I run over to the kitchen and pull a knife from the sink. The confused looks from the two sitting at the table don't faze me but the thought of actually ending Y/n's life does. Once again everything is in slow motion as I walk towards her. I close my eyes and hold my breath

Y/n's P.O.V.

When he turns around, I see that he has a knife in his hand. He's looking dead in my eyes. "A-austin boy, what the hell are you doin!?" Mark shouts. Austin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as he begins walking towards us.

Is he gonna stab me or something!?!

Just as he's a few feet away from me, he slips on what I assume was some of the juice I spit out. I yelp and cover my face, afraid of what might happen next.

Then I hear Mark shuffling and breathing hard. "AUSTIN" he screams. I move my hands away from my face....there he is, lying on the tile flooring. The knife that was once in his hand is now in his chest right where his heart is. Blood pours out of Austin as Mark panicks on the ground beside him, one hand lies on Austin's forehead and the other lies on his chest. Austin is gasping for air...as am I. Im in complete shock. Partially because Austin is fucking dying right in front of me and partially because Im pretty sure I would've been doing the exact same thing if he hadn't slipped.

I can't move but I somehow muster up the strength to run to the house phone on the wall to my right. I call the police "My boyfriend is dying I think!" Is what I scream into the phone...

A/N: Wow. Intense. *highfives self*
sorry for any mistakes its currently 7 am yeah...help.

im sleepy

so tired....

I need a cuddle

-Leebug xx (my nickname lol)