The Girl who Survived Hell (h2odelirious x reader) [completed]

Lies, Lies, Lies, There going to get you.

I'm a lying bitch I know. Here's a chapter early ;) I'm not letting my nightmares control me anymore.

You heard Luke calling after you, but you didn't look back, you just kept walking. You just ruined something you thought was fixed. Jon's heart must be shattered, you lied to him.

"Y/N! Please come back to the house!" Luke kept yelling for you, you played no mind, you just kept walking, walking, walking.

"Fine! You don't have to come back, but let me come with you!" You stopped in your tracks, and turned around. Luke ran to you, eventually catching up to you.

"Thanks for slowing down!" Luke said, trying to catch his breath.

"What do you want? Seriously, why won't you just leave me alone? I just punched someone in the face, I'm willing to do it again." You told Luke, he stood up, then looked down to meet your eyes.

"Look, you did the right thing by telling me that Evan kissed you. Even though Jonathan wasn't meant to hear, maybe it was for the best." Luke put a hand on your shoulder, seeming to get you to focus on what he was saying.

"No it fucking wasn't! We just got in a fucking fight and now this is just making things even worse! Plus, that Jessica bitch just had to be a stupid fucking cunt. What the fuck is her deal with me anyway?!" With everything you and Jon had gone through, this was bigger than that. If he ever got the opportunity, Evan would be as good as dead.

"Okay, Okay. I get it now, just clam down. Before you guys got here, me and Jessica hooked up, but I told her I didn't want anything to do with her, because she had to bring up my ex. I guess she was always a bitch, we just never saw." Luke let go of your shoulder and turned away from you. You walked around him to meet his eyes, and gave him a nod, letting him know you were calm.

"Let's go back to the house, I promise I'll be more considerate." You said, and started walking back to the house.

You didn't go far, so you made it back to the house pretty quickly. You opened the door and saw Jon sitting on the couch with Jessica. She had her hand on his shoulder. You felt a hot, burning feeling in your face, you were red with anger. You balled up your fist as Jessica looked up at you.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch him." You said through gritted teeth. Jon looked and Jessica and then at you.

"What's it to you? You were perfectly fine with touching Evan." Jessica said, moving her hand from Jon's shoulder, to his inner thigh.

"That punch back there, oh that was nothing. Piece of shit humans like you, don't scare me. In fact, they make me laugh. Get your hand off him, before I cut it off." You told Jessica with an insane smile on you face. She moved her hand up his thigh, closer to his parts.

You took the knife you had in your belt hem, and looked at the blade. You touched the tip of the knife with the tip of your finger, drawing blood. You licked the blood off of you finger and pointed the knife at Jessica, whose face was a deathly white.

"Psycho bitch." Jessica whispered, just a little too loudly while moving her hand and getting up from the couch.

"Ha! You're damn right, I'm a psycho bitch." You said, putting the knife away. Jessica walked up the stairs to her room.

"You know what, Y/N? That's how I felt. That's how I felt when you were with Evan. The way he looked at you and touched you, made me want to kill him, but I never did, and you know why? I trusted you, I trusted that you wouldn't do anything with Evan." Jon looked at you, his face stained with tears. You hated what you did to him, you had no one to blame but yourself.