my little evil devil (ITxreader)

second attack

(yn)'s p.o.v.

i make my illusion reappear and let her loat through the door.
with my telekinesis i make the picture frames on the wall tremble.
everyone expect me run out of their room.
my illusion laughes evil and makes vases break.
she turns to the losers and smile widely.
'you didn't think i'd let you go did you?' she asks.
time to play the hero.

i slam my door open and run to her.
she's floating 10 feet in the air, just above the stairwell.
i jump over the railing and onto her back.
she tries to shake me of jut fails.
'you didn't think i'd let you do this to me again did you?' i mock her.
but i remember that, if she just dissapears, they won't take her serious.
so, against all the voices that are telling me not to, i make her bite in my arm.

i feel the blood run to my fingers, and let go of her.
i fall 10 feet to the floor and groan in pain.
that where my ribs
i think to myself.
everyone runs down the stairs.
'are you okay?!' Mike yells.
'just peachy.' i groan.
but before i can stand up or any of them can reach me, my illusion pins me to the wall.
8 feet into the air.

she punches me in the jaw and hold my chin in place.
'you shouldn't have done that.' her teeth grow and she bites me in my shoulder.
i scream in pain and she drops me again.
but this time, i fall on a table first and then to the ground.
'know your place, you pathetic human, whatever you try you'll always lose.' and then i make her dissapear.

father will need to give me hell of a lot praise after this.
i groan in pain as the hot fluid drip out of the wound.
Beverly runs to me and kneels down.
'Ben pick her up and put her on the couch, Bill get towels and water, Mike go get first aid, and you to please don't break anything.' she tells Richie and Eddie.
everyone does as told and Ben picks me up.
'okay sweaty i'm gonna need you to take your shirt off, so i can stitchtye wound.' Beverly says.

all the guys are standing behind her.
'not with them in the room.' i say.
'guys, stand in the hallway and close the door.' she orders.
everyone takes the order and runs out of the room.
i take my shirt of and she puts rubbing alcohol on both of the bitemarks.
i his as the fluid stings.
'okay, this one is going to heal on itself.' she points to the one on my underarm.
'but this one is gonna need stitches.' she points to my shoulder.

'how do you know how to do this?' i ask her.
'i designed clothes, i know how to stitch.' she says.
after about 15 minutes of pain, she says i'm done.
i put my shirt back on and look in the mirror.
i got a small cut on my left cheek and my eye is bruised, not big, just bruised.
if this is how i'll look everytime i attack, father will need to hurry up, cause maybe i live for a long time, but i'm not immortal like him.
this is gonna kill me otherwise

voila
parto numero eight
i don't know how to say eight in spanish
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