//Krii7y\\ One Shots

Yandere Pt 2

I'm not sure how long I've been down here, but I know it's been long enough for me to understand John's routine. Every day, he comes down, feeds me food and water, tries to talk to me, but I don't give him much. He also brings his knife with him, tucked in the back pocket of his jeans. Today, though, I have a plan. I hear him make his way down the stairs, and I try to put on the happiest face I can. He walks in front of me, places the tray with a ham and cheese sandwich and a glass of milk on the floor and looks at me confused. He takes the duct tape off my mouth and I exhale while smiling.

        "Ah, thank you. I've been thinking about you lately." I say and he smiles.

        "Really?" He looks like he's about to explode from excitement.

        "Yeah. I've been thinking all about what you did for me, getting rid of Chloe, bringing me good food every day. And it's really made me want to thank you. And I think..." I try not to gag as I say this. "...That it's finally time for us to be together. Now, will please untie me so I can hold you in my arms and kiss you until I can't breathe anymore?" I know it's cringey, but I think it's exactly what he wants to hear. His face lights up and he reaches for the knife in his back pocket and slashes down at me.

 I flinch and realize that he didn't cut me, but the rope. My arms fall limply next to me for a second as I regain feeling in them. I slowly stand up and stretch my legs, and John grabs me and pulls me into a kiss. He must be wearing chapstick because his lips taste like cherries. I don't think I'll ever be able to eat cherries again. I hold back my want to gag and kiss back while I wrap my arms around him in a hug. He keeps kissing me, and I take the opportunity to slide the knife out of his pocket. I quickly pull away from the kiss, and he looks surprised and confused. I use all the strength I have left to thrust the knife deep into his gut.

 His breathing stops for a second and he looks at me with the saddest, most betrayed eyes I've ever seen. I pull out the knife and make a run for the stairs. Once I'm at the top, I slam the door open and desperately look for a phone. My eyes finally find on a cellphone sitting on a kitchen counter and I lunge for it. I dial 911 and pray for an answer.

        "911, what's your emergency?" I hear a lady with a very high pitched voice say.

        "Please, I'm Jaren Smith, I've been kidnapped and held against my will for at least a few days, please help me." I say and I realize now that I'm crying.

        "Ok Jaren, do you know where you are?" She asks hurriedly and I try to rack my brain for any time John told me his address. 

        "10 Street Rd. Please, come help me." I choke out 

        "Sir, there are police officers on the way. Are you injured in any way?" Her calm voice starts to slightly make me feel better.

        "No, I'm fine. But John..." I think about what I did to him and even after what he did to me, I feel guilty.

        "Is John ok? Was he kidnapped too?" She sounds slightly concerned now.

        "No. He is the man who kidnapped me. But he was also my friend. At least I thought he was. But the only way for me to get away from him was to..."

        "Jaren, is he still in the house with you?" She asks suddenly.

        "Yes, but I-" I feel something crash into me and knock me down onto the floor. I slide a bit on the hardwood but finally stop and look up. John stands over me, clutching his bleeding gut and looking very angry. I hear the lady speak through the phone, but John smashes his foot onto it, crushing it. Her voice stops and I scramble to stand up but John punches me in the face and it stops me dead in my tracks.

        "Everything I did, I did for you. I dedicated my life to you. Why don't you love me?!" He yells and grabs me by the arm, lifting me to meet his eyes. I try to get away from him, but surprisingly, he has a strong grip even after all the blood he lost. His eyes are furious, with a hint of betrayal and sadness behind them. I start to hyperventilate, and John's grip starts to lessen as he loses more blood. I rip my arm away from him and make a run for the front door. I hear John run behind me, but just as my hand touches the doorknob, I hear a large thump behind me and a groan. I go against what my brain tells me, and turn to look. John lays on the floor, bleeding profusely, and all the anger in his eyes gone, replaced with pure sadness. "All I wanted was a thank you." He says, and I try my best to use my angry voice, but all I can choke out is, 

        "I never asked you to fix my life. I never asked for your never-ending love. I just wanted a good friend, and maybe, with time, something more. But now I know that I could have never loved you. And I honestly hope you survive that stabwound so that you can live the rest of your miserable life in prison, knowing that no matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, I wouldn't have ever loved you. And I never will." My eyes are flooded with tears and thankfully, I hear sirens getting louder as they near the house. John keeps looking at me, and now he is crying too. I open the door, take one last look at him, and slam the door behind me, knowing he gets to watch me leave him for the final time. 

Yay angst! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and now I have an idea for a Mafia!au chapter. My school year is almost over so I will hopefully have more time to write, and I hope you enjoyed this super angsty, not very fluffy chapter. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your day/night, and you are lovely.