The Wicked And The Divine (Sal x Blind!Reader)

Chapter Three

(Y/N)

"And the killer is still in the building."

I hate it when I can't foresee something. Like for instance, the fact that Larry had seen a murder and the face of the person who did it. I just thought he'd talked to someone or something like that! Oh, poor baby... I dashed forward to hug him just as Sal started to speak.

"What? Really?"

"Yes, really! It was that creeper from 204."

I jumped back from Larry like he'd burned me. "Charlie?"

"Yeah." Larry shuffled closer and gently attempted to tug me close again. I let him, pressing my face to his chest. He pet my hair and I gripped the back of his shirt with both fists.

"But..." I couldn't process this. I just... I couldn't. Charlie wasn't a bad person! He was just unfortunate looking (judging by what Larry told me). "Larry, there has to be some mistake! I... Charlie is nice, he wouldn't... I never saw..."

"You can't see everything, sis."

"Umm," Sal's voice made us both jump a bit. "Excuse me, but what do you mean? She can't see anything Larry, her eyes are fake... Sorry, (Y/N)."

Larry wrapped both arms around me in a death grip and shuffled backwards at top speed. "Excuse us for a minute, Sally Face, be right back, just for a second, buh bye." He turned us both, apparently making sure Sal couldn't read his lips or something, and muttered, "Okay, so I may have just spilled the beans on your biggest secret."

I laughed weakly, still shook by Larry's revelation. "It's fine, Larry, I think... I think it was supposed to happen this way. I mean... Sal is him, Larry. He's the one I've been waiting for."

"Wait, wait, wait." Larry pushed me away from him, holding me out at arm's length. "You're saying that Sally Face is the guy you've been yapping about since we were like, nine?"

"Yep."

"Was your imaginary friend when you were three to seven?"

"Uh-huh."

"Had a wet dream once?"

"Larry Johnson!"

"Oh hush, you talk in your sleep, it wasn't exactly a secret."

"God, whatever, fine, yes, same guy."

"Holy, shit." Larry crushed me tight against him again. "So... We tell him the whole tale?"

"About me being a seer?"

"No, about what he did in that dream."

"Larry, I will end you."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry... Was it a dream or a pRoPhEsY?"

I hit him. He snickered and for a second his arms were around me, but in the way that heralded a suplex. Then he whispered, "Oh yeah, we're busy," and released me, leading me back to Sal.

I stepped forward and reached out towards where I thought Sally still was. "Sal? Where are you?"

"Here." His hands grabbed mine- enveloped them really- and for a second the blackness of my vision turned white and I saw him standing in a filthy bathroom, talking to a dead girl. I could feel that he hadn't been in Charlie's room yet, but that a cup of Addison tea was present. I tried to get something more, but it faded when Sal spoke.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hush dude! She's seeing something!"

"Larry, she literally can't see anything, why do you-?"