You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 2

I was awakened by a flurry of knocks at my door, pulling me away from my deep, peaceful slumber. Rubbing my tired eyes I cast a quick glance to my digital clock next to my bed. It was 3:30 AM precise. Who would be at my door at this hour? I felt so comfortable under the warm covers of my bed, I didn't even want to get up. "(Y/n)! Wake up, babe, open the door!" A muffled voice sounded from the outside, making my eyes fully snap open. I could feel a wave of fury wash over me. Nathan. How dare he show up here? I was debating whether I should just ignore him and sleep or go up and confront him. I really wanted to give him a piece of my mind. Just scream at his face to tell him to never show up here ever again. I manage to drag myself out of bed and stomp to the door. The knocking hasn't stopped. I stand in front of my door, clenching my hands into fists. Should I? What do I say if I do open the door? Taking in a deep breath I force a smile on my face as I unlock the door. Nathan's distraught face churned into a more relieved one once I opened the door. "You had me worried for a second." He gave me this smile- the smile I once used to love- but now grown to hate. How dare he? He was about to slip inside until I held out a hand, preventing him from entering. "Nathan, where were you?" I ask as I kept my smile upon my lips. Nathan's muscles tensed for a couple of seconds once I addressed him by his name, instead of the usual nickname I used to call him.

"I was out for a meeting. You know that, babe," Nathan tried reassure me with a kiss, until I stepped away from him. "A meeting, huh? What kind of person holds a meeting at a strip club?" I ask, my voice cracking mid-sentence as I feel tears swelling in my eyes. Nathan's breath hitches in his throat as the blood rushes to his cheeks. I somehow still manage to keep my smile on my face. "Three years, Nathan. Three years, right down the fucking drain." I breathe out shakily. I don't know how long I could hold back all my tears, all my anger. "Babe, I can explain-" Nathan tried to reason with me, but in a moment of anger I gave him a harsh shove on the chest, causing him to stumble back. "Don't give me that bullshit, Nathan! Get your ass out of here, I don't want to see you again!" I hissed as I extended my arm, pointing towards the elevator. Tears were freely rushing down my cheeks now. I didn't even give Nathan a chance to respond before I shut the door, locking it in the process. I allow myself to breathe in and out as I rest my back against the locked door. "(Y/n), open the fucking door! Let me explain!" Nathan tried to convince me to open the door by banging multiple times. Choking back a sob, I build up the most coldest, harshest tone I could muster to shout, "Fuck off! Leave, you asshole!" I shout. Without a reply back, I suddenly feel a bang so hard against the door that makes me fly away from it, making me land on the cold, wooden floor. Is he trying to break the damn door down?! I crawl back in fear, watching as the door receives another few kicks before the other side became quiet. "Be like that, then!" Nathan's voice shouted from the other side before fading footsteps were heard.

I calm myself down by taking steady breaths before lifting myself off the floor. I shakily walk back to my room, grabbing my phone that I had left charging on the nightstand. Unplugging it from the charger I grab in into my hands and turn it on. I needed someone. Anyone. Unlocking my phone I tapped on the contacts icon before dialing Emma's number. It took a couple rings, but she finally picked up. "(Y/n)? Mm, why you callin' late...?" Her voice sounded raspy and groggy as she let out a tired yawn. I try to tell her what happened, but the only thing that comes out are sobs and chokes. "(Y/n)? What's going on?" Her voice sounds much more awake now and laced with concern and pure worry. "N-Nathan... He-..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. "C-Can you c-come pick me up, please?" I beg to the phone, my hands shaking as they held the small device. "Give me 30 minutes, hon. I'll be right there." Emma responded before hanging up the phone. I let out a shaky breath before placing my phone down and taking a seat on my bed. I hold my head in my hands as I process the events I just went through. Am I not good enough for him? What made him not love me anymore? I shake my head to myself. Just stop thinking about him.