Soulmates 2: The Five Fallen Trainers | Ash x Reader

eleven || fear

(Y/N)'s POV

I know I should trust them. Every cell in me was screaming, begging, crying desperately at me to tell everyone else about my terrifying encounter with Cecilia last night, but it seemed as if my body just won't agree with my mind. It never does. And that's what's holding me back to speak a word about Cecilia.

I should tell them, I should trust in them. They're my friends! I've been with them for two years, and we've been traveling together for so long, so why can't I just say it to them?

"I'll win for sure," she had told me. "And you will not speak a single word to anyone about this, understand? Because if you do, your death will come quicker than you'll expect."

Just thinking about it make me shiver. Maybe it's because of her cold words that makes me close my mouth whenever I'm on the verge of letting the words out. She had spoken so harshly, and I truly don't want to know what she'd do if I tell them. And what does she even mean by, "I'll win for sure,"?

Just what is Cecilia planning?

Ash definitely noticed something was wrong when I entered the dining room. My hair was messily tied into a bun, and if you'd look really closely, you'd see the eyebags under my eyes. I had stumbled, too, when I came down the stairs.

I sat on a chair, picking at my breakfast, the events of last night still dancing freshly around in my mind. From the corner of my eye, I felt Cecilia looking at me, and when I raised my head, she was slightly smirking from the other side of the table. Fear suddenly gnawed at me, and I didn't know what to do. Everyone else was enjoying their meals, but their laughter only rang in my ears. Time felt frozen, and it was as though it was just Cecilia and I at the room.

"Don't tell, or I'll kill," she mouted.

I gulped, looking widly around the room, my gaze falling everywhere except her. She chuckled, and when I could breath again and it wasn't the two of us anymore, I shakily pushed my untouched breakfast away and pushed my chair. "I- I'm not really hungry, excuse me please," I stuttered, and before anyone could utter a single word, I was rushing upstairs as fast as I could, Cecilia's words still swirling around my head.

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