my type ((yandere x reader))

LXXIV- satisfied

"Both of you stay there." His voice didn't waver in the slightest. "Let go of each other."

Padgett and (Y/n) instantly unlocked their hands.

"Fuck..." Padgett breathed out. "Gi, why aren't you in school?"

"The better question is why aren't you in school." He spat at Padgett venomously. "And why is (Y/n) not at home? And what the hell are you two doing together?"

(Y/n)'s lips were trembling and she could feel herself on the edge of bursting into tears but refused to concede to those feelings. "Let Padgett go... she doesn't have anything to do with this."

Gianni looked like he was contemplating her words for a few seconds. "Darling, come over to me." He cooed to (Y/n).

(Y/n) looked between him and Padgett questionably and then walked over to Gianni slowly.

He kept his eyes and gun on Padgett to stop either of them from running. Gianni held his other hand out to (Y/n). "Your book." He said bluntly.

(Y/n) glanced at the notebook in her hands, all the work she'd done for the past month. She hesitantly placed it in his open palm and Gianni wrenched it away and stuffed it into his pocket.

His arm then went around (Y/n)'s waist to pull her close to his side.

"This is my fault... don't hurt Padgett. She won't say anything." (Y/n) spoke quickly.

Padgett nodded frantically in agreement, her strong sense of self preservation overrode any instinct she had to expose Gianni.

"I've wanted this for so long." A shaky smile went to Gianni's face. "And I've always held myself back... but you don't deserve that anymore."

Padgett squeezed her eyes shut, (Y/n) tried to do the same but she felt completely paralysed like she couldn't even blink.

"(Y/n)- I-I'm sorry..." Padgett said almost inaudibly.

(Y/n) tried to summon words to her throat, she wanted to scream but couldn't for the life of her.

The gunshot was much louder than the one that had killed Hammond and (Y/n) wasn't sure why that was. Maybe her brain elevated it because Padgett was someone who she actually cared for, she was her ticket out of hell.

Padgett hit the ground with a prominent thud.

"See? I didn't hurt her, I doubt she even felt a thing." Gianni said unemotionally.

(Y/n) stared forward numbly, her breaths were shallow and unsure.

"What the fuck..." She hissed out shakily.

"Come on." Gianni pulled (Y/n) inside, she went in without struggle as the image of Padgett face down on the forest floor burned into (Y/n)'s brain.

She had seen the very split second in which Padgett died, the line between life and death.

"I- I... why would you do that?" (Y/n) choked out, her volume raising.

Gianni sighed and locked the door. "I'm not mad at you, (Y/n), don't do anything to change that."

(Y/n) was surprised that he wasn't angry at her considering she had tried to get away but wasn't about to question that. "You just killed someone."

"You weren't this upset when I killed that man who you were with." He faced (Y/n) with a defeated and tired look on his face.

"That was totally different." (Y/n) went off to the bedroom, Gianni was impossible to reason with so there was no point. She just wanted to get away from him.

Gianni hurried after her. "Just because I'm not mad at you doesn't mean you're off the hook."

"I don't want to talk to you." (Y/n)'s sadness was evident in her voice as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm keeping you locked in from now on. I thought I could trust you not to leave." He told her sternly.

(Y/n) didn't care much, she was hardly even listening. All she could think about was Padgett.

Poor Padgett never had her chance to prove to people what kind of person she really was. She could have changed for the better and now the world will never know. She'd be remembered as a bitch by most with only a few people knowing who she really was.

"I hate you."

Gianni froze as if he'd been slapped in the face, he then smiled somewhat artificially. "Y-you don't mean that."

"Yes. I do." (Y/n) said confidently. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I hate you."

He didn't know how to respond, Gianni was trying to stop himself from bursting into floods of tears. Padgett was going to hurt (Y/n), she was taking her away from him, taking her away from the safe haven he'd created.

"Why are you even here?!" (Y/n) cried out in despair. "You weren't supposed to be here!!"

"I came back early because I thought you might've been feeling sad with everything that happened yesterday..." Gianni softened his tone somewhat.

"I'm fucking thrilled about yesterday. Leave me alone." She said sarcastically.

"Things have been so dramatic lately." Gianni walked over to stand over (Y/n). "I think we need to slow things down."

(Y/n) couldn't restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Dramatic wasn't an appropriate word to describe how things had been, bat shit insane seemed much more fitting to her.

He bit on the inside of his cheek, (Y/n) was resenting him. "I need to make some calls and get this cleaned up, I'll need to keep you in the bedroom."

"As long as you're not in here then I'm fine." (Y/n) said bitterly.

Gianni nodded, he wanted to comfort her and stop (Y/n)'s obvious sorrow but how could he do that when the one thing she wanted was to get away from him?

"I love you, (Y/n)." He reminded her. "More than anything."

(Y/n) felt like screaming. She hated and loved Gianni at the same time. She needed to divorce him from the person he used to be but it was so difficult. She hated that she still had feelings for him... but that wasn't him anymore.

"You should make those calls."

Everything was so quiet that night. (Y/n) could hear muffled conversation outside the cabin as Padgett's body was taken away.

Gianni didn't bother her for the rest of the night though unbeknownst to (Y/n), he did stand outside the bedroom for a while.

He leaned his forehead on the wood and let the tears fall out of his eyes. He loved (Y/n) so much that her constant rejection physically hurt him. He tried to remain optimistic but it was getting harder and harder to convince himself that (Y/n) was going to turn around and start loving him someday.

He had to trust that Stockholm Syndrome would take effect sooner rather than later as he didn't know how much longer he could bare for her to hate him.

Gianni knew that he hadn't done some of the best things but killing Padgett was one thing he didn't understand what she was so pissed about. Padgett had been nothing but utter shit to her as far as he knew.

"Why don't you love me?" He whispered. "Why?"

If only he could take a step back from it all and the reason would be clear as day.