𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 2 •

"How could this happen, Y/n? You've always been the quiet, obedient one. How could you let a boy like this destroy your life?"
-Mrs. Reichert (Mother)

Y/n woke up past midnight, a sense of dread gnawing at her insides. Something was wrong. She sat up in bed, her heart pounding as she listened intently. Through the silence of the house, she heard faint, unsettling laughter coming from Vespera's room. The sound sent chills down her spine. Her sister's laughter was never a good sign.

She slipped out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. Moving silently to her door, she pressed her ear against it, straining to hear. Vespera's voice, dripping with malicious glee, pierced the silence.

"The peasant is in jail now," Vespera cackled. "He'll regret ever defying me."

Y/n's blood ran cold. Michael. She had to do something. Without thinking, she dashed to her balcony, flung open the doors, and climbed down the long velvet cloth hanging there. Despite being in her pajamas, she sprinted through the deserted streets, her breath coming in desperate gasps. Michael needed her.

She arrived at his house, her heart sinking at the sight of police cars and flashing lights. Panic surged through her, but she didn't hesitate. She pushed her way through the crowd, her eyes locked on Michael, who was struggling against the officers, his face a mask of pain and fear.

"Stop!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "What's going on?"

An officer turned to her, his expression stern. "This boy is under arrest for stealing your sister's diamond rose necklace."

Y/n's eyes widened in horror. "He did no such thing! Vespera is lying!"

The officers exchanged doubtful looks. "We'll search the premises, but we have to take him in."

"They won't find anything!" Y/n cried, her voice breaking. She rushed to Michael, who stood in handcuffs, blood trickling down his face from a gash on his head. His father lay unconscious on the floor behind him, a shattered beer bottle beside him.

Tears filled her eyes as she tore a piece of her nightgown and gently wrapped it around his wound. "Are you okay?" she whispered, but he didn't respond. He was in a state of shock.

Y/n rubbed his back, resting her head on his. "It's going to be okay," she murmured. The officers continued their search, but as expected, they found nothing.

"We still need to take him to the station," one of the officers said.

"I'm going with him, you can't stop me." Y/n insisted, her voice fierce. They led them both to the police station, placing them in a cold, dimly lit cell.

As they sat in silence, Michael finally turned to her. "Why are you putting yourself in this mess with me?" he asked, his voice raw.

Y/n smiled sadly. "When I saw you the other day, something lit up inside me. I couldn't let Vespera destroy another life. And honestly, this is my escape too. Sitting in a cold cell with a genuine friend is better than staying in a house with a family that doesn't care about you."