Empty Shell - Yandere X Reader

Ending Three - Captivity

We eventually finished eating and drinking wine (Thomas had fake IDs so we could actually get alcohol and shit). I felt a little tipsy again. Which seemed to be a common occurrence whenever I wore this dress. I took off my shoes and held them in my hand because the heels felt painful. Thomas held my other hand and we swung our arms back and forth. Until we got back to the house. As soon as Thomas shut the door, I flopped down on the couch. Thomas soon joined me. I hugged him tightly. "Thanks for the best date ever," I whispered. Suddenly, Thomas kissed me. I kissed back and the single kiss eventually turned into making out. I found myself starting to unbutton the top of his vest. He pulled away for a second and laughed at me. "Earlier you were so annoyed I had it unbutton," I rolled my eyes at him. We started to kiss again and I finally got his vest off. Thomas pulled off his jacket and vest. While Thomas was started to undo his button up shirt, I glanced at the door tags belonged to Walker. I suddenly felt really guilty remembering that Walker was also in love with Thomas and we basically right outside his door. Thomas tried to kiss me again but I put my hand up. "Can we just... Go to my room?" I sighed while glancing at Walker's door. Thomas looked confused for a second but then nodded. "Um, totally..." He started to get up. Thomas held my hand as we walked into my bedroom and locked the door behind us.

Later that night, I woke up. I felt a chill run down my back as I pulled the blankets closer to me. I then remembered I was only wearing a bra and underwear which must have been the reason I was so cold. I dropped my feet off the bed and stood up. When I looked behind me, I realized that Thomas wasn't even in bed. I also noticed that my door was wide open for some reason. I carefully tiptoed over to my door and glanced down the hallway. I saw a small light coming from under Walker's door. I thought I'd be best if I investigated it. Before I went to check it out, I slipped a t-shirt on and some shorts. I slowly sneaked door the hallway and kept a lookout for any signs of Thomas. Once I reached the door, kneeled down beside it. Luckily, there was a giant keyhole in the door that allowed me to see inside the room. My pushed my face up against the door and peered inside. I saw Walker sitting in a small desk chair while Thomas squatted in front of him. In his hand, Thomas held a small handgun. Walker was looking down at his hands and looked deeply saddened. "Walker Walker Walker... You know I actually liked you?" Thomas pinched his cheek. "I felt good being with you. Which is a feeling I don't get often. Except for when I'm with (Name) of course. Anyway, when I met you. I was in a bad place. I was depressed about my parents and I just wanted to die. But then I met you! You helped a lot. I could really let out my feelings with you. Even if those feelings turned to bruises sometimes," Thomas rubbed his thumb on a couple of Walker bruises and scars. Walker winced but didn't move. Thomas stood up and pulled something from out of his back pocket. "The point is, I really do like you Walker. You helped me find (Name), which I am so grateful for. But she wants to go back home. And I really can't bring you back. Well, I could but I think you're getting in the way of me and her," Thomas monologued as he screwed the object onto the gun. I quickly realized it was a silencer. Was this what Walker was talking about? Is Thomas actually going to kill him? I still wouldn't believe even though I was seeing it with my own eyes. "You know, I and she actually had sex tonight. Clearly, she finally loves me like I love her. But I noticed she seemed oddly attracted to your door. I think she still has some feelings for you," Thomas smiled as he tightened the silencer on. He bent down again in front of Walker. Thomas grabbed his chin and made him look at him. "You knew this would happen, right? You know I have to kill you?" Thomas asked. He was trying to look sad by pouting his lips but I noticed the corner of his mouth was slightly curved up like he was trying to hide a smile. "I just really want you to know... I did like you," Thomas gave Walker a small kiss on the lips. Walker leaned into the kiss, clearly wanting it to last longer. But Thomas stood up again and pressed the gun to Walker's forehead. "I'll miss you, Walker." I flinched and closed my eyes. There was only a small sound that was then followed by a loud splatter. A second later, I opened my eyes again. And I saw it. Walker had a huge bloody hole in the middle of his forehead. Thick, red blood slowly trickled down his face. His express was frozen in shock and the rest of the blood was painted on the floor and walls. Thomas had no expression as he took off the silencer and pulled off his gloves. I was in shock for a second. I wasn't thinking and I didn't move as I saw Thomas walk towards the door. But then I remembered what I was doing and I ran back to my room. I quickly pulled off my top and short because I didn't want Thomas to know I woke up even for a minute. I shoved them into my closet and jumped onto the bed. Thomas walked down the hall and stopped by his room. We went in and came back out without the gun. He climbed into bed and hugged me tightly. "Everything's perfect now... We can live happily ever after,"

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I wake up to the sound of a blaring alarm. I groan loudly and roll over. I slap my hand across the nightstand until I hit a button that makes the alarm turn off. I sit up and walk to the small bathroom. I look at myself for a long time in the mirror. I rub the bruises on my arms lightly. Then I poke the new one from last night. Thomas got mad at me. He was drinking last night and I just wanted to talk to him about moving. He wanted to stay at the old beach house. But of course, I should've known that. It was a silly question and I got what I deserved. Thomas loves me and I love him too.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of a loud cry. My heart flutters as I start to panic. I rush out of the bedroom and down the hallway. But I find Thomas is already there. He's cradling our small baby. Her name is Ava. Thomas wasn't too happy when I named her that but I insisted. She's only four months old. She cries often but I love her regardless. Thomas looks up and sees me. "You're awake! Good... I thought I might have to wake you up again," he smiles at me. He holds the bottle up for Ava to drink. "Well, I learned to get up from last time," I self-consciously put a hand over a small scar. Thomas carefully places Ava back down into the crib and then walks over to me. He gives me a quick kiss and continues to smile happily. "You know I love you more than anything, right?" He pets my hair. I nod and give him another kiss. "Okay, I've got to go to work now. I would appreciate if I could come home to a large meal!" He taps my nose. I wave him goodbye as he walks out the door.

After I clean the house a bit, garden, and cook a small meal, I finally get a moment to sit down. The windows are wide open and a small breeze drifts through. I can hear the beach nearby and I close my eyes. It was so relaxing when I could get a moment to myself. I randomly start to think of how everything led up to this. I remember the night when Thomas killed Walker. I was devastated but Thomas showered me with love. How could I hate him for that? Of course, we've talked for hours about moving back to our real home but Thomas never wanted too. I get it though. It's what's best for me. Then, Thomas asked me to marry him when I was twenty. I said yes obviously. We had a private wedding in the backyard. Then, Thomas got a job at our favorite restaurant. I'm not allowed to go out there but he brings me food from there all the time. Now, I'm probably around twenty-three and I have Ava. I sigh as I realize I forgot to check something in the backyard. I begrudgingly get off the couch and amble towards the back again. I reach the yard and walk over to a small area that's under a huge tree. The area looks no different from the rest of the yard. It's just green grass and a couple of flowers. I kneel down beside it and glance at the carving on the tree I made so many years ago. "Here lies Walker Manson. A true friend and hero who shall never be forgotten".

Now Walker, Thomas, and I will be here forever.