Finney x reader

Chapter 4- The Phone

"That was someone else," he lied. "I will never make you do anything that you won't... like," he assured me. His words sent a shiver down my spine, almost driving me to tears, intensifying my desire to escape from him and return home, as if I hadn't already wanted that desperately. "If you try to touch me, I'll scratch your face," I stammered, my voice quivering. "And that's why anyone who comes will see. That's why," though my confidence in myself wavered.

The grabber tilted his head, gesturing towards his own face with both hands. "This face?" he inquired. Y/n rose to her feet, revealing her complete figure, while the grabber paused, clenching his fists by his face. He motioned for me to hang up the phone, dismissing Y/n's presence entirely.

With a deliberate slowness, I placed the phone down, my gaze fixed unwaveringly upon him. He let out a deep breath. "I was down here once when it rang... ooh, creepiest damn thing," the grabber remarked, taking another breath and surveying his surroundings. "I think it's the static electricity that does it," he mused, casting constant glances in Y/n's direction.

"It went off while I was right next to it," he mumbled, his voice trailing off as his gaze fell to the floor. Absorbed by curiosity, I couldn't help but inquire, "Did you see anyone?" He shook his head vigorously. "No," he responded with a tinge of anger before storming away and slamming the door shut. Rushing towards the door, I felt a shiver as the lights abruptly flickered off, Y/n following closely behind. "Help!" I screamed, my voice drenched in desperation. "Please, someone help!" I called out into the enveloping darkness, yearning for a lifeline.

Y/n sat in silence as I continued to plead for assistance, but I couldn't resist trying to find a way out. Tears welled up in my eyes, clouding my vision, and before I knew it, I found myself on the floor beside Y/n. Suddenly, my gaze fixed upon a vent above. Despite my attempts to reach the window, Y/n's voice murmured, "I already tried, Finn. It doesn't work," after a few futile attempts.

As noon approached, my body became drenched in sweat, a cocktail of fear and despair coursing through my veins. Darkness engulfed the room, each moment a catalyst for tears. Yet, somehow, I clung to my fading strength, refusing to surrender. But hope wavered. Collapsing onto the mat, I stared blankly at the wall, consumed by fear. Y/n remained motionless. "Finn," she whispered, her words heavy with deceit. "I never lost hope, that's why I'm still here today." I knew it was a lie. She had lost hope, perhaps even witnessed others surrendering to despair, their spirits crushed. "But is it worth it?" I mustered the courage to ask.

Silence enveloped the room, amplifying the weight of our collective uncertainty.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?" I panted, my voice trembling after my recent breakdown. She nodded, her eyes meeting mine, filled with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. Gathering my composure, I ventured into the unsettling territory of questions that had plagued my mind. "How long have you been here? And why are you still alive while the others... are dead?" She remained silent, her body slumping to the floor, evoking a surge of both sympathy and fear within me.

Then she began to speak, her voice wavering with a mix of sadness and restraint. "When I was 8, I stumbled upon Griffin's body, buried in the dirt. I confronted the gabber because I was confused and..." Her gaze drifted off, lost in the haunting recollections. "I refused to believe it was the grabber. I denied the evidence... But..." Her voice quivered, her words trailing off, leaving the rest unspoken. She sniffled, choosing not to delve into the full extent of her harrowing ordeal. "Posters of me stopped appearing six years ago," she revealed, sending a chill down my spine. "You've been here for six years?" I asked

Desperation flickered in her eyes as she pleaded with me. "I'm only alive because, despite everything, he still sees me as his daughter," she disclosed, her words tumbling out in haste. A heavy silence hung in the air as the weight of her revelation sank in. "That's why he keeps abducting boys... because..." She paused, a look of disgust crossing her face. "Because he prefers boys," she concluded, her breathing labored, her jaw clenched tightly in the aftermath of unspeakable trauma. It was clear that she had witnessed horrors beyond imagination.

Everything came to a halt, the world holding its breath, as I crouched down and embraced her tightly. "I thought he was my dad," she confessed between shaky breaths. I didn't hesitate, embracing her despite the unkempt state she was in. It didn't matter if she smelled or if there were potential consequences—I simply didn't care anymore.

Resting my chin on her shoulder, I held her close, my arms encircling her waist as I knelt down. Our faces met as we reluctantly pulled apart, and in that fleeting moment, I truly saw her. Her eyes, her entire being. We had only known each other for two days, but a profound connection had already formed. She tilted her head, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled upon us. "What?" she inquired, noticing my prolonged gaze. Flustered, I blushed in embarrassment. "Uh, nothing," I stammered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

But the weight of reality crashed down upon me as I rose to my feet. "We're not getting out of here," I uttered with a heavy heart, and I saw the acknowledgment in her eyes. Suddenly, the phone rang—twice. Panic surged through me as she watched me intently. "What is it?" she questioned. With cautious steps, I made my way towards the ringing phone, my hand trembling as I picked it up. "Hello?" I spoke into the receiver, met with a deafening silence on the other end.

I hung up the phone, feeling a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Great, now I'm hallucinating," I muttered to myself. But then, a faint rustling sound reached my ears. Curiosity got the better of me, so I raised the phone back up to my ear and cautiously asked, "Hello?" Silence greeted me in response.

"Finn..." I heard Y/n's voice, but before I could respond, I walked over to the mattress and sat down, my hope dwindling once again. With a sense of despair, I closed my eyes and whispered, "We're gonna die here." Suddenly, I sensed Y/n's presence, and when I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of me, simply staring. I looked up at her as she sat down, crossing her legs on the mattress—an unusual sight. I rose to my feet, facing her.

"If I'm going to die, this is an okay way," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the wall adorned with countless tally marks etched by bottle caps. "Because this is the best it's gonna get." She curled her knees up to her chest, and together we focused on the door, anticipating the grabber's imminent intrusion. Leaning my head back, I stared blankly at the ceiling, and Y/n mirrored my actions.

"Does it hurt to have your hands chained like that?" I asked softly, my eyes still fixed on the wall. Y/n glanced over at me. "I guess, but I've gotten sort of used to it," she mumbled. I inched closer to her, and she did the same, our shoulders barely touching. And then, in that fragile moment, we fell asleep.

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I'm thinking of doing like a massive plot twist cuz I'm getting bored writing this :P

ok bye.

-L