•F A T E• ➪𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 x 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"In The Closet"

*Isaac's pov*

I had been outside since the fucking outburst in the dinning hall this morning.

So corrupted with my thoughts my head felt like it was about to explode.

'fuck, it's worse to fuck up our lives , but your own son, that's sick and twisted '

Shooting hoops in this heat, wasn't the best idea but it helped in some way. My mind was so fucking fried that I had no idea I was practically melting here.

'gotta keep her away from (y/n), who knows what she'll do if she finds out...'

"Ugh, my head hurts thinking about it...fuck .."

"Then maybe you should take a break?"

I turned towards the voice, praying it was all in my head. But nope.

There she stood, near my water bottle staring a hole in my chest. I knew why she was here , but couldn't react until she did.

"Ah, *huff*  Mrs.McCoy..*woo*  isn't it too hot out , for ya?"

"Well it is, but where I'm standing is not so bad compared to you."

I walked over tossing the ball into the hoop the last time before making my way up.

I grabbed my bottle and took a few sips , wiping the sweat away from my face.

"You certainly have muscled up, almost big as Blake."

"Well, I train everyday ma'am."

"I see."

"Where's Mr. McCoy?" I asked.

"He's taking his midday nap. You seem to be squirming away from conversation. Something bothering you?"

'Tch'

"You seem to causing unnecessary problems. Something possessing you?"

"Ha, you didn't last long."

"Neither have you. Just what the fuck do you want anyway? Haven't you got what you wanted three years ago?"

"It wasn't enough."

'for fuck sake'

"Honestly these past three years have been boring without you. So I've come to take one of you back. By hook, or by crook."

A smirk adorning her features.

"That's not going to happen" I pushed forward.

"Oh darling, it's already happening. You know Isaac, you're my favourite amongst the lot. You're special."

On qué , her eyes display an emotion that if you do not know her well enough, you would fall instantly and drown within her wickedness.

"Don't act affectionate only when you require something. You're a twisted sick individual."

"I'm well aware of what I am. But are you aware of who you are."

Her confidence and pride , pisses me off.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've killed more than you can count. Clearly you don't plan on pointing the gun at me."

...

"Haha, that's the face I loved and miss. The anger in your golden eyes makes me curious as to what happens next." She snickers.

"Stay away from them."

Her closed eyed smile bearing her white teeth. She took a chance and leaned in close to my face.