regrets ✔️ | frank x reader |

~Euphoria~

They were here.

They busted through the door and searched the room.

Frank fumbled with the keys and finally opened it.

The ordinary piece of hardwood was actually a trap door. Frank opened it and motioned Y/N to go in.

Y/N climbed through the trap door quietly. The footsteps grew close and closer. Y/N got in quickly and Frank followed, closing the trap door just in time.

One of the cops had pulled the bed skirt up. Frank and Y/N had escaped just in time.

They dropped into what seemed to be a small space for storage. It was less exciting than what Y/N had expected.

Boxes were stacked up leaving barely any space for them to fit.

Frank and Y/N were entangled together. Frank held Y/N closely, pulling her in by her waist and Y/N had wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him anxiously.

Frank took off his mask due to lack of oxygen and shook his hair. His hair becoming more messy. It fell into place and his red eyes glowed.

The blood on Y/N's shirt had dried up and her hair was messy.

Frank held her waist tightly and had to bend down because of how tall he was.

Y/N breathed heavily. Frank pressed his rings on her stomach. His cold hands giving her goosebumps.

"We're actually going to die here." Y/N whimpered. Frank looked at her and smiled.

"Are you fucking crazy? Why are you smiling?!" Y/N held him tighter. Frank looked down at her scared face.

"I just find it funny that you're scared." Frank smiled down at Y/N. His eyes turned bright when he looked at Y/N.

"I'm not scared." Y/N scoffed.

"Then why are you holding me so tightly? Not that I'm complaining..." Frank said, still smiling.

"Shut up." Y/N murmured.

An eerie silence rose. They could hear footsteps fading away.

"Can we get out now?" Y/N asked. Fear fading away.

"Wait—" Frank let go of Y/N and reached in his suit jacket. He pulled out a spare gun and gave it to Y/N.

"Just in case." Frank shrugged. Y/N took it hesitantly.

"Do you just carry guns around with you everywhere?" Y/N put the gun in the spare pocket in the scabbard.

"Yes and no." Frank opened the trap door.

"Ready?" Frank asked.

"No." Y/N whisper-yelled.

Frank lifted Y/N up. His rings pressing hard against her body.

Y/N got out of the trap door and crawled out of the bed. She stretched her back and exhaled.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist. Her back was pressed against a stone-like chest.

Y/N turned around to see who it was.

"Holy shit Frank! How'd you get here so fast?!" Y/N tried to get out of his arms but he held her back.

"I'm very agile." Frank said casually. He let go of Y/N and searched the room.

He looked at Y/N and threw his mask on the floor.

"Where's the heirloom?" Y/N whispered, afraid that someone was watching them.

Frank held out the heirloom and quickly put it back in his suit pocket.

"Are they gone?" Frank asked

Y/N looked out the window and saw no cars. She nodded.

"Y/N. Sit down." Frank pulled out a chair from a seating area across the master bedroom.

Y/N sat down on the intricately decorated wooden chair and looked up at Frank anxiously.

Frank paced around the room and came to a cabinet full of liquor. Frank searched the cabinet and came across one champagne glass bottle. The design was nothing like any ordinary liquor bottle. It was exceptionally extraordinary and intriguing.

He took out the champagne and gave it to Y/N.

"Y/N. I need you to keep that champagne." Frank implored.

"Why? For your alcoholic needs?" Y/N was stunned at such an order.

"Listen to me Y/N. Do the wrong choices for the right reason." Frank looked at the gun on her thigh. He smirked and looked at her up and down.

"What do you mean?" Y/N gripped the arms of the chair.

Frank walked closer to her and put his hands on the arms of the chair, leaning in closer to Y/N.

He kissed her gently. Y/N deepened the kiss naturally. He pulled away and looked at Y/N with his gleaming red eyes. Y/N swore she could see a fire reflection in his eyes.

"You know what I mean." Frank whispered. Y/N tilted her head back and looked at him. Realization hit her. She looked at the gun and dagger on her thigh.

"No..." Y/N said under her breath. Frank wanted her to defend herself. He wanted her to stay with him.

"Fight back Y/N. You don't have a choice anymore. You can't run away." Frank put his hand on Y/N's knee, tracing all the way up to her upper thigh but stopping.

"Look at the bottle Y/N." Frank got closer to her.

Y/N looked at the bottle. The word Euphoria was engraved in the bottle, written in cursive. Y/N looked back up at Frank who was smirking. A look on his face told Y/N that something was going to happen.

"Euphoria." Y/N whispered. She slowly smiled.

Frank ran his fingers down Y/N's thigh and stopped. He put his hand on her thigh, his rings pressing against her and his cold hand giving her chills.

"Euphoria." Frank repeated softly, looking into Y/N's eyes.

Frank got up and walked over to the cabinet and pulled out two glasses.

"I know you're underage but a glass of champagne won't hurt." Frank took the bottle from her hands and poured it in both glasses. He handed her a glass.

Y/N felt hypnotized. She smiled and took the glass. Frank was shocked but only subtly.

"Bottoms up."

A/N: The amount of butterflies I got writing this chapter was insane. The next chapter will be a little interesting. Not only will the tension build up, but Frank will also surprise you.

This chapter is also confusing but it's for the thrill. Euphoria is an important word in this book and you'll know why in the next part.