Strings In My Veins ( Puppeteer x Reader )

Chapter eleven

Hey, it's me, I had major writers' block for the past month(s)? My bad, I'll post way more often now, like maybe every other day. Sorry for the wait~

10.19.18// Finn's Dorm Room

"You good?" Finn asked me. I nodded as we continued walking. I noticed scratches along his neck as he walked in front of me. I frowned and pulled his arm.

"What happened to your neck?" I blurted out, hoping that it wasn't from Jonathan. Finn paused before he chuckled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, when a boy and a girl are alone—," Finn says to me as if I were 5. I wrinkled my nose and pushed him away.

"Okay, ew, I've heard enough," I laughed until I paused. He slept with all of these girls except me...am I not pretty enough? Well, obviously I know I'm not, but I just thought I'd be that special girl for him, that girl he'd settle down with.

"Jealous that they'll take me away?" Finn jokes. I blushed hard and shook my head as I punched his arm.

"No? Why would I be jealous? You're like a brother to me, that's disgusting," I lied to him. We arrived at his dorm room. He's not even supposed to have girls over, but I'm not even a student there, so maybe there's an exception? Also, I highly doubt that he hasn't brought a girl over. He opened the door and, to my surprise, it's really clean and organized. One thing that caught my eye was a cardboard box underneath his bed, it's probably nothing but storage.
Finn collapsed on his bed and groaned. I flopped on his bed too and mimicked his groan, making him laugh. Finn sat up and pulled me over to him, making me tense up.

"We should hang out as much as possible before the exorcism begins," Finn says.

"Yeah...," I agreed as I narrowed my eyes. "Finn" tilted his head to the side and pushed a strand of hand behind my ear with his signature smile.

"You're killing him. Get out of his body, you demonic fuck," I glared as I scooted away from him.
Jonathan chuckled darkly and stared at me.

"You better not go through with this exorcism, or else I would have no choice but to kill you both," Jonathan says lifting up my chin. He outlined my lips and smirked at me.

"You can't stop me," I reminded him.

"Would you do it for me?" Jonathan asked. What kind of question is that? Absolutely fucking not. He's just scared because he knows he'll be gone if we go through with it—which we are.

"You're a real ass, you know that? If I don't go through it then I'd fucking die and so would Finn. He cares about me as I do about him, something you'd never understand," I defended.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes at me. It's funny that a murderer, ghost thing is right in front of me and I can't do anything about without hurting Finn. He's using Finn as his own personal vessel. Disgusting.

"He cares about you? Just like he does to every girl because he's such a great guy? Look under his bed," Jonathan demanded. I did as told and looked at the cardboard box and pulled it out from under the bed as my eyes widened.
It was Polaroids of Finn doing it with unconscious, naked girls with their name written on it. My eyes locked with Jalen...I can't believe he did that to her. I picked up the photo underneath that and saw it was her best friend, Cheryl. I know a lot of girls in here, there's even a photo of May. Nobody remembers...

"I—You set this up, he wouldn't r-r-...do that," I say in disbelief.

"You think that I slept with 50+ girls in less than 24 hours?" Jonathan sarcastically asked me with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh my god," I say as I nearly puked in my mouth, "am I in here?"
I poured out all of the polaroids and quickly began searching for me. This is crazy, Jonathan can basically do anything he wants. Finn wouldn't do that a-and why would I believe a murderer like Jonathan?

"No, for some reason, you're not. Maybe it's just because he's not attracted to you, I highly doubt anything more than that," Jonathan says. That gave me relief, even though I'm slightly offended.

"Jonathan. Get out of Finn's body right now," I demanded as I began to pick all of the Polaroids up. I clumsily knocked over the box again and saw a photo taped on the bottom of the box. I carefully took it off the box and felt my hands shake and my vision getting blurry. I held my chest in pain as I had difficulty breathing; it was me, it's me.
A sudden wave rushed over me, indicating that Jonathan left. A hand rested on my shoulder, but I had no energy to react. I knew it was him and knew that I found my photo. I felt like my body was going to give up on me.

"Y/N,"Finn's voice emerged. His hot breath was on the back of my neck, and this all feels familiar.

—flashback—

I laughed as I pushed Finn playfully. We were watching some dumb 70s, zombie movie with terrible acting and graphics for the last hour and a half.
Out of nowhere, Finn turned off the TV, making me confused. There were tension and awkwardness between us, did I do something wrong?

"Finn?" I laughed. Finn wasn't laughing but looked like he was legit going to kill me, but maybe in a joking way? I wearily laughed again, but he didn't change his expression.
He pushed me back on the bed and held my wrists down, I didn't fight it, I couldn't, I'm too frozen in shock. He pressed his body weight on me as I struggled underneath him. He quickly let go of my wrists to take off my shirt.

"Stop! Finn, get off of me!" I screamed. Finn slapped me and roughly grabbed my face in anger. At this point, tears were streaming down my red face and I was scratching and hitting his back.
Finn swiftly took off my shorts and underwear. I felt not only violated but like my body wasn't mine anymore, it belongs to a rapist, it belonged to Finn. The man that I thought I loved all this time. Finn chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Isn't this what you wanted, Y/N? Your crush to go down on you? Say thank you," Finn demanded in a rough voice. I shook my head and turned my face away from him. Finn growled and slammed me against the wall and screamed "Say it" in my face.

"Thank you!" I eventually cried out. Finn smirked as he forcefully put himself in me, causing me to cry out in pain. It was unbearable, might as well die at this point. Might as well.

—end flashback—

"You raped me," I croaked out, barely above a whisper. Finn just laughed.

"Raped? You think I'm some sort of rapist? If you think it's 'rape', call it rape," Finn chuckled.

"You wouldn't, right?" I say, barely above a whisper. I don't believe it, who knows...Jonathan could've altered my memories or something. Auggie Finn Jackson is a good guy and my best friend, I love him.

"Do you seriously think so? All those girls wanted me to have sex with them, and were all 100% consensual—even you," Finn explained, "I hope that doesn't change anything between us, I like our friendship."
Yeah, friendship. I hugged Finn tightly and rested my head on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry I accused you of something like that," I apologized. He then kissed my forehead and smirked.

"Don't worry about it. I should take you home, anyways," Finn says as we get up. I took a final glance at the Polaroids before we left the dorm room.