Finn wolfhard ~•| Kidnapped|•~

chapter 5

Finns pov

Watching her cry made me uncomfortable. For some reason so i tried to get her to stop. But then she started dying or something so i gave up really. Although i know its an act. I found it amusing and Wyatt probably would touch her. He's... Like that.

"(Y/n)?" I walked through my hallways and couldn't find her. She wasn't answering so i went to my room. She was probably sleeping or something. Though i don't trust her i expect respect and an answer from her. Not a full fit of sex and shit like that. Story's lie

I had a flashback:
"Finn is this such a good Idea?" My dad frowned.
"Yes she's perfect daddy! I swear!! Pinky swear!" Nine year old me said sticking my boney pinky out at my dad and wiggling it.
"Ok son. She's the one." My father nodded and took a picture of the pretty eight years old.
She was going to marry me and everything!

It turned out it didnt happen like that. Her father told my Pops to get lost, his baby wasn't marrying a dangerous problem like me. I remember his shoving his finger in my face, that made me have a disturbing flashback. Although I'd of preferred it was erased from my mind.

They rammed in the door with guns and knives, mum was targetted first, i was hidden in the closet. She was stabbed and shot, overkill i heard a guard describe it as later on. Soon mommy went pale and stopped breathing and red blood oozed in a puddle around her.
Next thing i know the closet door was swung open and a barrel of a gun was shoved between my forehead. I felt helpless. I am helpless, weak, my body betrayed me. I flinched and started wailing for my daddy and mommy. Pops came and all the men were taken away. Pops said they suffered slowly and painfully. I'd never seen Pops cry until then. I've never seen him cry since.

After that night, i trained to defend myself in even the most impossible situation. I learned to control, hide and destroy my fears. And my feelings. Pops was the same. Not that we both spoke about it.

Until he brought up (y/n)'s dad oweing us money. I remembered her and wanted her to, creepy yes, talk too or at least have a human in sight.

We found them and I'm not disappointed really.

I walked into my room and heard her in the shower, singing something. I stepped closer and heard.

" I just kinda wish you were gay! Despite my pride, describe your lack of interest with explanation. Don't say I'm not your type just say im not your preference sexual orientation!!" She was singing, she was quite good. Not amazing but good neverless.

I just quietly opened the door- she was still oblivious to me being there. I silently crept to the shower setting and quickly pushed it to icy cold.

There was smoke coming from the shower, like a dragons den. I heard a shriek- sounded like a fucking dragon aswell.

"WHO THE FUCK TURNED IT TO COLD!!" she ripped the shower door open and stared at me, furious, "FINN FUCKING WOLFHARD GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!! IM GOING TO PAINT YOUR NAILS FUCKING YELLOW!!" she went to pounce at me while i was stood there, blushing.

"Y-your n-n-" I turned away quickly and she threw something at me

"PERV GET OUT!"

"but you opened the curtians and showed me!!" I gasped. Leaving the room.
"Asshole!"