Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Orphan Maker (P9)

Warnings - drunk, sadness, misery, trashing a room, desperation, stalking, serial killer, toxic Timothée, kidnapping, abusive parents

When I woke up from my first fitful sleep in days, with her gone, and my wrists tied together with her tracer necklace? It drove me insane.

I sat for a couple moments. Just thinking of her. I'd thought I'd convinced her. She had let me fuck her. It was foolish of her to think that after this incident that I wouldn't put a tracker on her the moment we reunited. That stack of cash under the mattress, well I'd logged every serial number, and had alerts on all of them. When we'd made love, I'd slipped a minuscule tracker on her scalp, just behind her ear. She wouldn't find it unless she did an intense tick check. No, the problem wasn't finding her, it was when to find her. I had to go make sure the kids were doing okay.

I decided I'd let her feel lost again, and I'd go prepare the children to potentially be alone for a while, depending on where she went.

It was a good decision in the end. I spent a few days with the children and only them. Baby Savanna already seemed improved. The broken leg Zuzu's abusive mother had given her was healing nicely. I hated treating them all like mini adults when I left, but I needed to get my girl.

She finally settled down in Michigan. This time it was a bustling city. Changing it up wouldn't stop me when I had her exact location. I gave Sara a cellphone. I stocked everything up, and gave detailed instructions. I wished I had someone I could trust to come watch them, but their faces were everywhere, and the only person I had any trust in had abandoned me.

I took a flight, knowing it'd be easier and waste less time. I went to her new place. I had to wait for her to come home. While I waited, however, I noticed some wine she had. It made me angry. Why did she have wine when she was pregnant? I took the bottle, prepared to down it before she got back.

Soon, I was drunk off my ass. I felt so emotional and so angry. I began pulling things over, bloodying my knuckles. I just wanted her to love me, and the fact that she did and it wasn't enough? Fuck it was the way my parents used to make me feel. There were cuts on my face, and both my hands were bruised and bloody when I heard the key in the lock.

Reader's POV

"Timothée," I said in shock. He'd found me so fast. I'd had two months last time. I'd truly thought I wouldn't see him ever again.

"Why?" Was the first thing he said. It was slurred and he stumbled in the mess he'd created. He was drunk, and my traitorous heart broke for him.

"I just love you," he fell to his knees and crawled forward. His arms went around my waist as he sobbed into my dress.

"It's all I do all day is love you, why isn't it enough, why, tell me what I can do," he wailed.

"Stop killing," I said suddenly.

"What?"

"Stop killing and I'm back to being yours."