You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 26

I have no reason to be nervous. Then why do I feel like my chest is about to explode at any moment now? I enter a small interrogation room, once that looks like it came straight out of a movie. Dark, cold and just overall unnerving. I take an inaudible deep breath and exhale slowly. I need to relax. I take a seat on one of the chairs near the table as Dylan takes the spot across from me. The door is closed and the room is silent. It's just me and him now. I never knew Dylan could be a police officer. It explained many things, but at the same time, it didn't. I mean, the least he could to was tell me the truth... "Don't be nervous." I nearly jump out of my skin as Dylan's voice echoes through the room. My hands are trembling. I had to put them underneath my thighs to stop being so visibly apprehensive. "Sorry, it's just..." I try my best to come off as cool and relaxed, shakily bringing a smile upon my face as I dart my eyes away from him. "Feels kinda weird to be in one of these rooms. Never thought I'd be in one." I nervously laugh, digging my nails into my thighs. Dylan hums. I can feel his gaze fixated on me. As if he was reading my expression to look for answers. His arms were folded on the table in front of him as he stared me down.

"Where have you been all this time?" Dylan questioned, finally making me shoot my eyes up to look at him. I'm really put on the spot here now, aren't I? Should I just confess? It's what I've been longing to for so long. But then again, if I confess, there's a big chance Masky will find someway to get to me again. He'd probably send one of his mates to kill me. "U-Uh... W-Well..." I my fingers nervously fiddle underneath my thighs. I need to think of something. Anything. "Out of town." I blurt out. I can't think of an exact address, so that would have to do. Dylan purses his lips. "Without your phone?" He arches a brow as one of his arms go under the table, fishing something out of his pocket. He places a small device onto the table and slides it over to me. My phone...! "A-Ah, uh..." I nervously grab my phone into my hands. "I forgot it." I retort. Dylan narrows his eyes as he crosses his arms back over the table. This feels like it's taking ages, but it has only been a few minutes. "So, tell me," he begins once more, "the night you 'disappeared'," Dylan made air quotations with his fingers before continuing, "what happened? Where did Tim take you?" Dylan asked. I furrow my brows. For a second, I don't know what he's talking about until it finally dawns on me. Ah, that night. What am I supposed to say? Maybe I should just tell the truth with a little twist. "W-Well, I had a massive headache in the middle of the night," I started. That's not a lie, since it actually happened. "and... um... well, Tim took me outside..." I trail off. I'm running out of ideas. Dylan leans forward, lightly nodding his head. I shift in my seat and clear my throat, just to give me those extra seconds of time to not speak. "I... I needed to get some air and... uh, yeah..." I ramble off nervously. That's all I could come up with. "And did Tim take you back inside?" He asks. I purse my lips and look to my upper right before shrugging my shoulders. "I don't really remember." I state as confidently as I could.

Dylan hums before resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

"Alright, well, I'm just going to ask you a few more questions..."

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After a couple more nerve wracking questions, I was finally done. With reddened cheeks from all the anxiety, I exit the small room. I can only hope they bought my story. "Ah, (Y/n)!" The first voice I hear once I step out is the one that belongs to Tim. To my surprise, he seemed calm and collected, unlike me. I force a shaky smile as I walk towards him. God, I want this all to be over with. I nervously rub my arm as Dylan walks right past me, heading over to his co-worker. Before I can actually say something to Tim, he grabs my hand and tugs me down with enough force to make me bend down a bit. "How'd it go," his hand crushes my fingers together as he keeps a warm smile on his face, "sunshine?" I suck in a breath and try to not noticeably wince. I swear I could feel a few bones crack. "It went okay! I-It, um, it went fine." I quickly breathe out, hoping he'll release my hand. Tim's grip on my hand loosens up. My hand feels numb at this point. "That's great." He smiles, pressing a quick kiss on the back of my hand. I had to refrain from starting to cry. Bastard. Keeping up this act in front of police. Tim lets go of my hand and looks down at his wrists. "These cuffs are really bothering me." He points out with a frown, lightly twisting his wrists. I discretely rub my stinging hand as I sit back down on my previous spot, right next to Tim. I keep my gaze low, fixated on my hands that are resting on my lap. This whole place is just giving me anxiety.