regrets ✔️ | frank x reader |

~Fairchild~

"What a coincidence seeing you here. Especially after you snuck out to see your friends." Frank stood in front of her, looking down at her as if she was a peasant.

"Listen. I know, I disobeyed your rules but my best friends dad was brutally murdered so give me a break." Y/N blurted out. Frank's calm face turned cold.

Frank grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside and closed the balcony door. He pressed her against the wall, gripping her throat.

"You little eavesdropper. What did I say about meddling in things that shouldn't be messed with?" Frank gritted his teeth. He looked mad.

"You think I had a choice? My friends needed me to witness something. I'm not an egotistical, spoilt brat like you." Y/N spat.

"You were in the back garden, weren't you? Listening to everything I said." Frank looked down at Y/N. The height difference making it impossible for Y/N to focus.

"I would've known either way." Y/N pushed him away, rubbing her neck.

"This is serious. Your father will kill me if he finds out that you're here. There's no way out." Frank stumbled backwards, looking down at the ground.

He sounded sincere. Y/N stuttered.

"Is Yutani's dad really dead?" Y/N asked quietly.

Frank shook his head hesitantly.

Y/N dropped to her knees. She sat on the hardwood floor.

He was like the father I never had. He's gone.

Frank dropped down on the floor beside her and held her. It was strange behavior coming from him.

"Mully's a great man. I worked with him too. Adopting Yutani when she had no one was one thing but fighting until the end so that his daughter would be safe was something a brave man would do." Frank sighed.

"What do you mean by 'Hidden Corpses?' Is it a game?" Y/N fixed herself and stood back up.

Frank got up and looked at her.

"Hidden Corpses is a game that your father made up. If he doesn't get something he wants, he takes something valuable. This time, he wants you back. If he can't have you, he will take away something that you can never have back. An innocent life. He killed Mully because he knew that he was like a father to you." Frank sat down on the couch.

"Great to know my own father is a brat." Y/N muttered.

Frank ignored her.

"Do you trust me?" Frank asked. His head hung low.

Y/N hesitated. She paused.

"Good to know. Goodnight." Frank's voice was strained.

He left, closing the door softly.

Y/N stood in the cold room.

She collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her face numb with no emotion. She drifted into a deep sleep, hoping to wake up in her apartment.
~
Y/N opened her eyes slightly. She looked over to see Frank standing at the edge of the bed.

He wore his mask with a tight, white button up shirt. He wore navy trousers and steel rings on his fingers. The bruises on his knuckles had gotten worse.

"I love waking up to see a creepy man standing on the edge of the bed, watching me sleep. What's next? Installing cameras in the room?" Y/N said sarcastically.

"Still salty? Well, now is not the time. Get up and get ready." Frank looked at his watch.

"Can't I just stay in bed?" Y/N groaned.

"No. You're making this harder then it should be." Frank still stood at the front of the bed.

Y/N groaned again, rolling onto her back.

"All right. We're doing this the hard way." Frank picked up Y/N and threw her over his shoulder.

Y/N kicked him but he wouldn't let her down.

"We're doing this again, aren't we?" Y/N said, still trying to get down.

Frank carried her out the room and put her down.

"What now?" Y/N grumbled.

"Get ready. I'm taking you somewhere." Frank stood up straight, looking down at Y/N.

"Wow. I thought I wasn't allowed to go anywhere." Y/N looked down.

"Just go." Frank pushed her into a bathroom.

Y/N stumbled inside. Clothes were hanging on a rack.
~
Y/N opened the door. She wore a black dress that was a burden to wear and an oversized gray zip up hoodie.

Frank was standing outside the door.

"Alright cut the bullshit, where are we going?" Y/N looked up at him.

"I did not expect the dress to fit. It does make you look less of a low-life." Frank looked at her.

"Thanks." Y/N said with monotone.

"I believe you're familiar with the name Fairchild." Frank rubbed his bruised knuckles.

"Yeah... Like Tricky's last name?" Y/N was even more confused.

"We're paying a visit to the Fairchild mansion and I need you to come along so that they don't see me as a threat." Frank said.

Y/N stood in silence.

"Good. Let's go." Frank took Y/N's hand and pulled her outside and into a car.
~
They pulled up to a black gate. The mansion wasn't as big as Frank's but it was still large.

The gate opened and Frank drove on the path. He parked just right next to the fountain. The mansion lost its warm color and turned dull.

Frank got out of the car and opened the door for Y/N.

"Why are we here?" Y/N stepped out of the car, catching up to Frank who was already at the doorstep.

"You'll see." Frank pulled her closer and knocked on the door.

A thin man opened the door. Tricky's dad. He was still cheerful and was accepting to Tricky unlike her mother.

"Oh hello Robert." Frank took off his mask. The man gasped and took a step back.

"Frank." Robert gulped.

Y/N stepped in front of Frank. Robert's face immediately grew calm.

"Oh Y/N. Thank goodness you're here. Tricky isn't here." He smiled warmly.

Frank rested his hand on Y/N's lower back.

"Mind if we come in? We need to discuss some business." Frank asked. His face was cold and his eyes were red and peered down at the man.

"Oh right. Of course." Robert stepped aside, letting Frank and Y/N in.

Frank stepped in along with Y/N, his hand still on her back.

A plump woman came walking toward them.

"My goodness Robert. Who is at the door?" The woman said. She turned to look at Frank and Y/N and turned pale.

"Hello Mrs. Fairchild. Care to explain this?" Frank took out an envelope from his pocket and gave it to her.

Mrs. Fairchild opened it and looked like she was about to faint.

She glanced at Y/N and frowned.

"It's gone."