sad boy → f. w. x reader

part sixteen

time skip because i suck!
also i'm rewriting some chapters
yeetyeet so if ur confused at where
this left off, just read the previous chapter again!
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your pov

"i'm telling you finn,
they're bad people."

"and i'm supposed to believe some
random redhead - sarah..."

"sadie."

"sadie. whatever. is telling the truth and my friends are terrible people?
that makes total sense."

i sigh. "you just met them the other
day. you don't know them very well."

finn rolls his eyes. "this sadie could be
insane. on crack. maybe even both.
and i'm supposed to believe - that
these insanely nice people are going to
hurt me? no offense or anything, but
that's sorta bullshit. fuck it - that's complete bullshit."

i feel a tear run down my cheek
as i realized i couldn't do anything to
stop him. "okay finn. just stay safe."

finn rolls his eyes again, and
mumbles a whatever, then hangs up the facetime call.

i look at my reflection staring back from my now black phone screen.

"so, how'd it go?" sadie asks.

"not good."

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i shove my last bite of big mac
in my mouth, and throw the
paper at the trashcan and miss
by a landslide, too lazy to get off my
ass and pick it up.

i pick up my phone to
check the time.

3:15 am. you know, i
could be doing something
a lot better with my life,
but i wasn't. i was sitting
in a hotel room eating mcdonalds, waiting for my friend to come home.

he probably wasn't- i hadn't talked to
him since the phone call earlier.

i told him what sadie told me
and he didn't believe me.

i believed sadie.

i hug my knees tight to my chest,
scared of being home alone,
and awake, especially during
the devil's hour.

a cold breeze blew through the
apartment, causing the slightly
open doors leading to the lookout
deck swung open, almost inviting
me to come and close them.

i surprised myself by my own stupidity by going over to the doors to shut them. when i did, i saw a bag of finn's stuff sitting out on the deck. i mentally curse him, but slip outside the door anyways to pick up his stuff. there
were two bags and one box. i slid
one bag under each of my arms, and carried the box in my hands.

as i heaved finn's surprisingly heavy stuff, a small seemingly metal thing falls out of one of the bags, and lands on the floor with a clink!!

after i put finn's other stuff down,
i returned to see what had fallen.

it was the most beautiful necklace i'd
ever seen.

i picked it up, and held it between my
hands. the sliver felt cold against
my skin, and there was a beautiful
ruby in the center of the necklace.
i slowly run my finger along the beautiful necklace, when i hear
the door being played around
with, as if somebody were
trying to open it. i toss the necklace
into one of the bags and jump onto my
bed, pretending to be asleep.

the door creaks open, and i hear a few small footsteps - as if they were trying to be quiet.

i shudder, but don't open my eyes.
i pray that it wasn't a serial killer.

the steps grew closer to the beds,
and i came to the realization that
it could be a serial killer.

i turn over to the bedside table
separating our two beds and look for an item that offered the most help, and grab an unlit candle sitting next to me.
the shadow grew closer, and i felt my
heart beat increase.

the shadow gets closer and closer to me, and before thinking straight, i lunge out and try my best to hit the
person in my house. i succeed -
but only to have them yelp in
pain and jump back onto the bed.

i quickly turn on the lamp on
the bedside table to see an already
beaten up finn massaging his shoulders

"holy shit. sorry." i sigh.

finn shrugs. "its okay, really.
i kinda deserved it."

"what's going on, finn?"

"to be honest? i don't know man. but that josh kid? he's crazy. we need to get out of here."
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a/n: should i make this story inspired by teotfw? lmk! - vay