Once again I felt the burning heat of the sun on my face while I tried to sleep in my bed. I shifted to my side and put my arm over my head. I wanted to go back to sleep but there was a problem. Even though I had kept my eyes closed and tried to sleep, I had woken myself up and there was no way I would be able to get back to sleep. I groaned and then sat up. I looked at the bathroom that was directly ahead of me. I was kind of spaced out, just thinking about what to do. How do I help Thomas and get out safely? I could just be nice to him and go along with whatever he says until he decides we should go home. I tried to think of another way that would probably be quicker and less dangerous but I was interrupted by a loud snore. I glanced beside me to see Thomas asleep right beside me. I screamed and then hit him in the head with a pillow. He jumped up and rubbed his eyes. "What's happening?" He asked, kind of dazed. I frowned at him and rolled my eyes a bit. "Why the fuck are you in my bed?" I hit him again in the shoulder. He also grabbed a pillow and hit me back. "Hey!" I yelled and sat up on my knees. I threw the pillow up above my head and, with all my strength, I hit him at the top of his head. Apparently, I had hit him a little too hard because he fell into the quilt. I dropped the pillow and touched his shoulder. "Are you okay? I, uh, didn't mean to smack you that hard," I tapped him several times. He slowly rose up. He held onto the pillow as he got out of the bed. I bit my lip and looked at him worriedly. He shook his head and started to laugh a little. I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What's happening..." I asked. "You shouldn't have done that (Name). Now I'll get my revenge," Thomas grinned creepily. He started to lift up his pillow and I suddenly realized what was happening. I reached for my pillow and put my arm up to cover my face. Before I could get my pillow, Thomas's came down fast and hit me in the back. I fell back down onto the bed but I quickly got back up on my knees. I started to laugh with Thomas as I got out of the bed. We both just looked at each other as we both planned how to fight each other with pillows. And suddenly, a fierce battle broke out. We armed ourselves with multiple fluffy pillows. We fought hard and never gave up. I started to get a headache a couple of time from how hard I was getting hit with. But I always hit Thomas back as hard as I could. One time he even stumbled back into a wall from one of my hits. The war went on for what felt like years and it didn't look like there was a clear winner in sight. We both giggled loudly and smack talked each other while literally smacking each other. It was really fun until something happened. I saw Thomas getting ready to hit me again so I started to back away. While I was walking backward, I stepped on part of a blanket that had fallen out of the bed unknowingly. I suddenly slipped on it. It caused me to start falling backward and I anticipated hitting the hardwood flooring. Which I knew would be painful. I tried to reach out to something so that I would fall but there wasn't anything close enough. I was almost on the floor when Thomas wrapped his arms around my waist and held me up. I grabbed his shoulders and sighed with relief. I looked at Thomas and saw he was staring at me. He had a weird expression that I can't explain. He was clearly in thought but there was something else. Our faces were only a few inches apart and I could feel his breath. We just stared at each other for a few seconds until Thomas started to lean in. He was clearly about to kiss me. Which would be extremely romantic but I didn't really want to kiss him, yet at least. If I was going to date him then I would have to help him stop being impulsive about dangerous things. I placed my finger over his lips and looked away. I slowly tried to stand up straight while he still held onto me. He opened his eyes and looked confused and kind of hurt. "I-I'm sorry... I just don't want to kiss you," I mumbled. I stood up and removed his hands. He shook his head. "Why? I thought I did everything right. I even brought you back here and tried to treat you with as much kindness as I could. Why?" He spoke with his hands a lot. His hands moved around whenever he talked. I shrugged a bit. I sat on the edge of the bed to take a good breath. I was honestly holding my breath while Thomas was right next to me because I hadn't been able to brush my teeth for a while. "I just... Don't love you. I mean, I care about you but not in a dating way. But I do really love being at this house!" I put on a fake smile. He then became angry. He grimaced and threw his hands up. "Why! How could you not love me! I love you. Is there someone? Is it him?" he pointed at the door. I didn't know who he was talking about so I asked who it was. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Walker! It's Walker. You still like him!" he kicked a wall. Which put a small dint in it. I scooted back in the bed just in case he decided to take his anger out on me instead of the wall. But when he mentioned Walker I remember that he must have been at the house. And I had totally forgotten about him. How could I forget about Walker? Thomas turned around to me quickly. "I'll make you love me! In any way possible," he leaned into my face. Thomas then rushed out the door and slammed it as he left. I just laid down on the bed again and considered if maybe I should just escape with Walker.
After a while, I decided to just skip breakfast and take a shower. I wasn't that hungry and I didn't think that another fight with Thomas was worth it. Plus I really needed a shower. In the shower, I was really enjoying the silence and calmness of not having to deal with anything. Like love, Thomas, being kidnapped, and escape. I could just relax for once. I actually started to sing to myself a little since I didn't have my phone to listen to music. Which is what I usually do. But then I heard the bedroom door open. I quickly turned off the water and wrapped my towel around me. I closed the bathroom door and locked it too. "I'm in the shower!" I yelled from behind the door. "Uh... Okay," I heard Walker's quiet voice. I gasped. Ever since Thomas reminded me of him I was really worried about him. "Wait wait wait! I'll be out really quickly," I said. I then changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. I opened up the door to see Walker. He was standing awkwardly in the doorway. I smiled and walked over to him. He looked down at the tray he was holding. "I brought you some brunch," he nodded at the food. It was a stack of pancakes and a small bowl of fruit. I noticed that Walker was still wearing the same clothes that we had left in and his hair was extremely messy. I chuckled at him and I felt my eyes water a little. I took the tray and place it on the bed. I quickly hugged Walker. "I was really worried about you! I'm happy you're here," I said into his shoulder. He pushed me away a little. I took a step back from him. He clearly needed some space. I glanced out the door and then closed it. "I'm fine. I have my own room and... ya," Walker replied. I nodded understandingly. "I think you need to get out of here. Thomas might try to kill you. He thinks I still love you," I explain. He frowned and slowly moved his head to say no. "He... He wouldn't do that. You're not in love with me still," he whispered that last part. I shrugged. I wasn't really sure of the answer really. I think I stopped having a crush on him after he kind of assisted in kidnapping me. "If you do... Like me. Then stop. You have to stop liking me now because I never liked you. So just get over and leave this house," he put a hand on my arm. "Um, I actually planned on staying here until I could get Thomas some help with whatever mental problems he has. You did tell me before he wasn't right in the head. Besides, he's already hurt you too much. You should just leave; I can take care of the rest," I pointed to a new mark that was on his neck. His face became red and he pulled up his shirt collar. He kept shaking his head. "Fine. Do whatever. Just be careful," he sighed frustrated. I then heard someone yell my name from down the hall. It was obviously Thomas. Walker and I shared a terrified look. I shoved Walker on the other side of the bed and told him to lay down on the floor so that Thomas couldn't see him. Thomas turned the knob on the door but it was locked. I don't even remember locking it. I guess Walker did it. Thomas yelled some more and hit his fist against the door. "Okay! I'm coming," I started unlocking the door. Thomas burst open through the door with an angry face. He then took a deep breath and he became calmer. "Why was the door locked?" he asked. I shrugged innocently. He also shrugged and luckily believed me. He walked over to the bed and I tensed up. But he just sat down on it. "I came to make a proposal. I would like to take you... out." he said. I kept glancing over to where Walker was even though I knew I shouldn't. I just nodded and pretended like I was listening to him. But I was really too nervous to try and pay attention. "I think if we went on a real proper date that you could learn to love me," he kept going on. I smiled and nodded. Thomas was about to go on with what he was saying but then he just stopped. He put up two fingers and pointed them at me. He then followed where I was looking with his fingers and his fingers started to point at Walker. He stood up quickly and pulled him up by his jacket. "What the fuck are you doing in a locked bedroom with (Name)? I was right, wasn't I!? You two are in love! You both betrayed me," Thomas yelled in Walker's face. I pushed Thomas. "Let go of him. It's not what it looks like at all! We were just trying to talk," I explained. Thomas let go of Walker but turned to me instead. "And to think I was just about to take you out! Out into the city! Well, just know that you're never going to leave this house," he pointed an accusing finger. He was actually poking me in the shoulder. I suddenly felt like a huge idiot. I could have gotten out of here and I ruined it by staring at Walker. It was all my fault. Thomas went back to Walker. He slapped him across the face. Which left a huge red make on his face. "Go to your room," Thomas mumbled. Walker slowly shuffled out of the room. Thomas rubbed his temples and sighed. He looked at me. I was really tearing up now. I felt so bad. Walker had been taking this abuse for who knows how long just because he's probably Thomas's brother. Why would Thomas hurt his own brother? It didn't make sense. "I'll see you in the morning," he said to me. He closed the door behind him. I sat on the floor and pulled my legs up to my chest. I laid my head on my knees and crying for awhile. After that, I knew that Walker had to be my first priority. I had to help him escape and then Thomas can't hurt anyone anymore. But how do I do that?
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Empty Shell - Yandere X Reader
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