Mine (Remington Leith x Reader)

5

After I disposed the body, I cleaned myself up.

I got in my car and began to drive back to Canada, noticing the police just now making their merry way to the house.

I wrote a fake suicide note for him.

Your POV~

I was scrolling to random people's posts on instagram, when I got a DM. 

I rose a brow and opened it up.

'שלום'

You responded with,

'I speak English, bro.'

You then had a whole conversation about Y/A (Your age), Y/L (Your location), and if you wanted to bang.

You denied of course, but he sent a picture of himself.

He beckoned you to do the same so you stole photos online of girls, because you didn't wanna show your face to this guy.

You looked like a potato.

He said you look beautiful and shit, buying this garbage.

You left your phone on the counter and left to go get Starbucks.

Remington POV~

I came home and saw Y/N's phone on the counter.

I unlocked it because the moron gave me her passcode.

(IF YOU DON'T HAVE A PASSCODE NOW YOU DO)

I looked through her instagram.

Time to murder somebody again!

I got the location and drove to Iraq.

I made it and snuck inside, with the blood-stained knife in my hand. I peeked through the door and saw a old bald guy with hella wrinkles sexting young girls on insta.

I lazily threw the knife at his head and he somehow died.

I went back home and saw Y/N looking for her phone.

"Hey have you seen my phone?" She asked. 

"It's on my nightstand in the corner of my room."

She rushed upstairs. 

I scowled.

Your POV~

I got the phone from his nightstand.

I turned around to walk away but I ran into Remington.

"Yeah?" I asked. 

He stared at me with an unreadable expression. 

He grabbed my phone and threw it o the bed.

"The hell?"

He pinned me to the wall, roughly.

"R-Remington?" I asked.

He stared back at me hungrily.

He leaned in a bit closer, our lips were only a few inches apart.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." He whispered.

Then..

CLIFFHANGER! :D