Hush (Vanossgaming x reader)~COMPLETED~

Thoughts...

°(Y/N) POV°

Who was he?...

" (y/n)." I snap my eyes to Luke, who's staring at me suspiciously, and I tuck a loose hair behind my ear, biting my lip.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to daze..." I look down, and I hear Luke snicker.

"Alright, well, the house is ready for you two. Please take good care of her, and we'll stop by soon!" My mother gives Luke her hand and he kisses her knuckles.

Snobby much...

My parents leave, and so does Bryce after a few more papers and a handshake.

Once Luke and I are alone, he leans across the table again, folding his hands together and staring at me intently.

"You are quite a woman~" He looks me up and down, and my eyes widen.
I physically shrink into the soft bench, and he chuckles.

"Lets go." He stands and offers his hand. I hesitate, but he grabs my hand anyway, and practically drags me out of the cafe.

I look one last time at the inside, praying to see the mysterious man, and to my surprise I spot him at the counter.

Must've went to the bathroom...

He looks towards the door and as our eyes meet, time seems to slow down, and I beg to him with every fiber of my being to rescue me from this hell.

He parts his lips to say something, but its too late, and I'm already out the door and being shoved into a grey SUV.

TIME SKIP

The house is... nice.

Its a home.
But its not my home.

I finish brushing and walk into the bedroom, adjusting my small, silk sleeping gown.

Again, thanks MOM.

As I lay in bed, I appreciate the fact of how huge it really is.

I can lay a solid foot away from him, and still be somewhat comfortable.

"Well hello there, kitten~" Luke walks out of the bathroom with water dripping down his chiseled chest and just his underwear.

OH SHIT!

I squeal, covering myself with the blanket and blushing madly.

What the fuck!!

I feel the bed sink next to me and he chuckles.
I cover my mouth and attempt to calm my pounding heart.

I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this!

"Come on sweetness, I just wanna cuddle, I promise~" He slowly removes the covers from me and I look up at him as he scoots closer, laying down next to me and opening his arms like a child.

I bite my lip hard, and fight back tears as I lay against his warm body.

Save me, someone... Please.

°Evan POV°

I toss and turn, flashes of her gentle smile and big, (e/c) eyes shyly peeking at me from below her lashes replay nonstop in my mind.

At first, I thought she was pretty.
Then I thought she was beautiful.
And beautiful became gorgeous.
And gorgeous became... perfect.

She was so gentle, shy, delicate, yet I could see the pain in her somehow sparkling (e/c) eyes.

I could see the fear of the man across from her. The discomfort from his contact. The shyness in the way she adjusted her dress. The innocence in the way she tucked her hair behind her ear.

And the fear in the way she was dragged to whatever hell she must be living...

What is it...
What is she living...
And why is she on my mind?
Why can't I get her eyes, her stare, her smile, out of my head?

Why would life tempt you? Give something so beautiful to you that you can't reach?

I probably won't ever see her again...

I mean, will I?

I hope...