Come Back Home.

You gasped as you saw the young man talking to your parents.

"J-Jeno?" you whimpered which caused said man to turn his head and look at you, giving you a bright eye smile that though seemed innocent, held a lot of anger.

"Y/n!" he beamed, getting up from his chair and hugging you rather tightly.

You gulped, nervous as to how he even found you.

Jeno kept you trapped in that awful apartment for 3 years, not even letting you go out during your last year with him as he became paranoid at the thought of you running off with someone else.

Having enough, you finally decided to run away one night and you don't know how you did it but you did and you felt freedom for the first time in years and it felt wonderful.

You thought it would be a good idea to stay with your parents while you got on your feet.

2 years have past and you were doing good for yourself. You had your own apartment, a job, and even a car. You went to therapy to deal with the PTSD and even Stockholm Syndrome you had, not telling a soul in your family about who Jeno even was or let alone, what he did to you.

There were nights where you would have nightmares about him. Nights were you cried, wishing to go back to him, for he became all you've known in those past 3 years.

Seeing Jeno in the flesh after 2 years of working on yourself, after 2 years of freedom broke you and as your parents looked at you in confusion as you cried onto Jeno's broad chest, you then realized that those years of therapy did absolutely nothing. He had control over you and no matter what you did, he will always be in the back of your mind.

Jeno let go of you, leaning back so he can fully look at you, that sickly sweet smile never leaving his face as he said, "It's time you come back home love."