Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

4 - morning chatter

I tumbled downstairs, hitting my ass hard at the bottom. Whimpers and whines escaped my lips as I felt nothing but pain. My legs and body ached with pain from hours ago. What time was it?

I made my way to the living room, seeing William glaring at me with a weird look.

"How hard is your arse?" He asked. "Thought you broke the stairs."

"Oh fuck you." I crossed my arm. "Do you have painkillers?" I asked politely, in serious pain around my body.

"Sit down, I'll get you a glass of water and painkillers." He got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. Why? Is he sick? Did he hit his head? Again. Why was he being nice? He was up to something, wasn't he?

I sat down in pain, trying to relax. I distracted myself by questioning William. It helped to ignore the pain.

On his coffee table was a mug filled with coffee, and a photo frame, I must have forgotten to see it yesterday. It was today but I overlooked it. Yesterday, it really was just a few hours ago.

I lifted the photo frame to check out the photo within it. William leaned against railings with blue sky behind him, with a woman holding his hand, smiling. Was this a lover? Maybe my theory of him popping into existence was wrong, however, the others were still strong.

He had a house, a lover, maybe a job. He has a life. He was a person that did stuff. Maybe Susan was right. Maybe, he likes planning and he planned out his life. Nothing wrong with that but I don't want to be wrong. So, I'll keep trying until I was right.

The woman in the photo seemed soft and gentle, with eyes filled with life. She wore a cute summer dress with her hair tied back into a bun and headband. While William looks very smart looking with his purple shirt neatly hugging his chest. His sleeve rolled up and his trousers neatly creased down both legs. He was a good looking man, but a suspicious one. Odd character.

"Here." William came back, handing me two caplets and placing the water on the coffee table.

I took the tablets first, swallowing before downing the water. It took away my thirst, not really my pain, but that will come in time.

"You got a girlfriend?" I asked, making it known before questioning him further. I put back the photo and took a sip of water.

"Yes and A job." He settled down next to me.

"Since when? Do you have any proof?" I smirked.

"Don't start this. It's ten in the morning. Better question, why did you think it was appropriate to wear my shirt?"

"I wasn't going wear my dress to bed, or sleep in my undergarments in a stranger's bed." I raised my voice to get my point across, feeling flustered. How dare he ask that.

"Aren't you partly naked now?" He whined me up more with a cheeky grin.

"For a taken man, you sure noticed." I glared at him, crossing my legs. I was sure he enjoyed annoying me, just as much as I enjoyed pissing him off. The odd thing is that happens when we move on. When he stopped hanging around Henry, what would I do? I can't go bother him. No no, that would show that I want him around, and I don't but it was fun.

"You wouldn't know being taken feels like, even if it hit you in your stupid face."

"I'm hard to keep happy."

"You'll question whoever to death." William chuckled, amused by my incapability to have someone around without questioning them over little things. The only person I didn't question was henry. A simple 'what you doing?' sets him off with excitement about his projects and stuff. He was the only person I didn't want to ask questions to.

"Well, I'm surprised you have a woman. How did that happen?" I watched him drink the rest of his coffee, downing it with a few gulps.

"I have been with her for a year or two. She's alright, kinda too much at times but fine. It kinda happens and she easily pleased."

"No woman is easily pleased," I smirked.

"Maybe it is hard to please you. Most people like what they want to hear."

"It isn't hard to please me, I just don't allow people to get too close to my personal life. Not even Henry knows everything about me."

"Why? What is the point of being secure with part of your life?"

"I would rather not show weakness. Not even to friends because friendships can blind a person from who someone is true. So if I never expose myself to friends and best friends... I don't risk having someone walking in my life and destroying it." I looked away, turning my hands in fists. My own thoughts quickly angered me.

"What happened last night?" William changed the topic, seeming sure of something. Maybe about his next steps or what the topic is.

I got attacked and so I protected myself." I looked down, ashamed. I can't tell him. He will tell Henry. I don't want to be alone. Not again.

"What happened, (y/n)," William asked firmly, slightly rubbing my back.

"I was beaten, then had a gun pointed at me. At that point, I..." swallowed hard, trying to put it in words. The scenes that took place rotted in my mind like a plague. It was so hard to describe the terror I was in. Do or die. "I could do nothing but cooperate. I don't know, I was scared, terrified that I might die..." Tears ran down my face, I began to cry. "I did as told and when I was close to them, I stabbed him in the neck with my keys. I did it a few times... I ran as best as I could."

William didn't say a word. He looked down, thinking.

"Please don't tell Henry..." I sniffled, glancing over at him, pleading to him to not tell.

"I won't..." He looked at me. It wasn't petty in his eyes. No, it was odd. Maybe I made him awkward.

"I'm sorry..." I cried more.

After a while, there were a few minutes of silence. William sighed and spoke up. He was getting annoyed by my sobbing and crying.

"Do you have anyone to come and collect you?" He looked at me. "I'm assuming you don't want Henry to see you like this."

"Not really, I don't want to worry him. I don't know anyone that lives close or is willing to drop everything to help me." I looked down.

"If you behave, I'll allow you to stay here for a few days. If you cause any trouble, you are out of that door." He firmly told me, being deadly serious about it. "See it as Me repaying you and henry for the kindness. Even if I find you repulsive to look at."

"Thank you, doll." I hugged him. "Thank you for helping me." I sniffled, holding him tightly in my arms as I hugged him.

"Me crazy? I do believe you've mistaken me. You're the one that thought it would be smart to hide behind a bin." He chuckled.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, pulling away from him. I notice a smirk on his lips and softness in his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were like gems. A rarity to find, but yet in front of me. I don't know if I should feel lucky to be helped by him or worried that I would be spending a few days with him.

"You're still crazy." I chuckled, sniffling. He made me chuckle by our pointless bickering. It was nice to know he wasn't going to be softie because I was in tears.

What was wrong with him? This could be my opportunity to analyse him, observe his behaviour and find proof of what I think. This opportunity was a curse, but greatness laid ahead. The question was; Will I find anything? He must have stuff about him.

The phone rang and William took the opportunity to leave me alone, to go answer it.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Along the back wall,  near the entranceway and the kitchen door was a bookcase filled with books and files. If I have the opportunity to check it out, I might find something out of the ordinary.

"Sorry to cut our moment short, doll, I have been called into work, on a day off. Food is in the kitchen, the bathroom is upstairs," he said quickly, speeding his way to his room, coming back down within 3 minutes. He wears a blue jumpsuit with some logo on it.

"Bye!" I waved, watching him leave.