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The bitter sweet smell of roasted coffee and pastries hit your nose the moment you stepped into the Weathervane. Your eye twitched.
You were fuming.
Three taxi drivers had already refused to take you to the graveyard. Three. Youâd even offered double the fare but apparently money wasnât enough to tempt them.
Maybe it was your intimidating aura. Or maybe it was because the first time they said no, you might have⌠insulted them. Brutally.
Serves them right.
You usually didnât mind suffering. In fact you welcomed it. But not this kind. Not the kind where Xavier Thorpe stood behind the counter, grinning at customers like some tragic golden retriever.
Of course. This day clearly had a personal vendetta against you.
âIced Americano" you said flatly.
Xavier flinched nearly dropping the cup in his hand. âDamn it no need to sneak up on me like that.â
You narrowed your eyes. âI gave you my order not a jump scare. Hardly my fault if youâre paranoid.â
He huffed fingers clacking against the register. âI thought this place wasnât really your scene.â
Rolling your eyes, you slid the money across the counter. âIt isnât. But I need caffeine."
âSoâŚâ Xavier paused, clearing his throat. âHowâs Bianca?â
Theyâd broken up. Not mutually but his choice. You remembered being woken by Biancaâs muffled sobs and furious curses. Heâd accused her of manipulating him with her siren voice. Pathetic. One more reason to despise him.
You tilted your head voice sweet as poison. âYouâve got two legs, two arms and allegedly a brain. Thereâs also this fascinating invention called a phone. You could walk to her, or call her. But of course being the coward you are, neither option seems within reach.â
A small sharp smile tugs at your lips. âOr are you scared sheâll manipulate you?â
His jaw tightens and he looks away. âAnything else?â
You hum voice flat. âJust my Americano⌠and you out of my face.â
But he doesnât seem to get it. âListen it wasnât my intention to hurt her-"
âUh⌠you wanna take the order faster? Thereâs a line" someone mutters behind him.
When your gaze falls, your eyes widen slightly.
The normie from the festival.
He freezes too. When his eyes land on you, shock crosses his face.
âHey⌠itâs you creepy girl" he says, a lopsided smile forming then quickly faltering under your glare. âJoking of course.â
âYou know Y/n"
âSo thatâs your name" Tyler says, smiling faintly as you shift slightly trying to focus on the pastries.
You just wanted coffeeâŚ
âWe met at the Day of the Dead festival" Tyler explains to him. âI didnât know you two knew each other.â
âWe go to the same school"
âUnfortunately" you say out loud
Silence stretches between the three of you, thick and slightly uncomfortable. Tyler clears his throat.
âIâll start on the coffees" he says, grabbing a glass and placing it on the espresso machine.
You watch him closely, noting every small movement.
His eyes flick between you, the coffee, and back again. âUh⌠are you just gonna stare at me like that? Iâm not gonna poison you.â
âEven if you did it wouldnât work,â you reply casually âI drink a little poison every week. Helps my body get used to it.â
He pauses, scanning your face for a hint of a joke. Finding none he asks cautiously "Why?â
You tilt your head smirking faintly. âJust in case.â
He scoops ice into the cup glancing at you. âSo, what brings you to this side of town?â
Your eyes narrow slightly. âResearch.â
The sandy-haired boy chuckles, sliding the coffee toward you. He leans casually against the counter, stretching his arms out.
You force yourself not to notice.
âResearch on what exactly? This city isnât exactly⌠thrilling.â
"I know that" You take a slow sip eyes fixed on him over the rim. âI was trying to get to the graveyard you told me about.â
That makes him freeze, his hands stilling mid-motion. ââŚOh. You were serious about that?â
âObviously. Even if I werenât looking for answers, I find graveyards⌠fascinating" a faint, self-amused smile curling your lips before it vanishes. âBut I threatened three drivers to take me there. They still said no.â
Tyler chuckles, shaking his head. âHow awful of them refusing you after you threatened them.â He leans on the counter gaze lingering on you a beat longer than necessary. âI could take you, if you want. After my shift of course.â
You arch a brow, unimpressed. âAnd why exactly would you do that?â
âI mean" he stumbles slightly "why not"
âWhat time do you finish?â
âExactly at 6" he replies a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
You nod once. âIâll be waiting.â
With that you turn and walk away to find a seat, leaving Tyler watching you. He leans back slightly grinning to himself
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
You sigh, leaning against the side of his car, glancing away from the street. Your gaze drifts toward the cafĂŠ heâd come from.
âSorry, had to close my shift" he says sliding something from his pocket. âGot a flashlight just in case. Itâll get dark soon.â
You feel a flicker of unease. Unprepared. That rarely happens. Youâd planned to come during the day so you hadnât thought to bring anything.
Now itâs almost seven, and dusk is creeping closer.
You gesture toward the car. âItâs still light. And it will be if we move now.â
With that, you start moving, sliding into the passenger seat. Your eyes flick to him as he drives, more often than youâd like.
Why had you gotten in a car with him? Trust wasnât something you gave easily. Not this fast. And it made your chest tighten in that familiar uneasy way.
âSo" he asks eyes on the road, âwhy are you so adamant about going there?â
You let your gaze follow his profile, calm on the outside but alert inside. âI need answers.â
He chuckles softly. âAnswers for what exactly?â
Heâs silent for a few seconds, then finally asks, âAre you⌠a zombie?â
You blink. âWhat?â
âI mean⌠it kind of makes sense you visiting graveyards-â
âIâm not a zombie.â
â-I⌠I donât judge.â
You let out a sigh glancing at him. âDo I look like a zombie?â
He glances at you, then back to the road as he navigates another turn. âI mean⌠youâre way too pretty to be a zombie. But Iâve never actually met one soâŚâ
âIâm pretty sure zombies canât drink coffee.â
Itâs like the thought just struck him, and for a second he nods seriously then shakes his head. âYou never know.â
After a barrage of questions that made you seriously consider opening the car door and throwing yourself out you finally arrive.
Of course. It was pitch black. Just a few flickering, pathetic lights struggling to cut through the darkness if you could even call them lights.
Just⌠great.
You stepped into the graveyard, Tyler trailing close behind. You werenât here to wander you were looking for one grave. Her grave.
The night heâd first mentioned this place, you being you had done your research. With Biancaâs laptop, of course. And thatâs how you found her. The Death Whisperer. A powerful outcast, buried and forgotten here.
If you were going to get answers, theyâd be from her.
Problem was⌠you could barely see a damn thing. The lights around the cemetery were flickering like they were possessed themselves. You refused to admit it but you were squinting, half-blind in the dark.
Tyler noticed. Without a word, he clicked on his flashlight, the beam cutting through the black. He didnât comment, didnât tease just did it.
At least you didnât have to ask.
âAgris Harlowe?â his voice broke the silence, low, his mouth close enough to your ear to send a shiver down your spine.
âYeah" you muttered, stepping closer. You brushed dust and dirt off the stone with your hand.
And the second your skin met the cold stone
The world yanked you under.
Darkness swallowed you whole, and you were falling straight into another vision. This one was sharper. Hungrier. And much, much scarier. The fog clung to your skin, thick and cold wrapping the field in a silence that pressed against your chest.
Ahead a figure materialized or perhaps the fog shaped itself into her. Agris Harlowe. The tombstone you touched was behind her, massive and carved with intricate symbols that seemed to writhe in the flickering light.
âYou think you can meddle here?â Her voice was calm âThe dead do not speak to the living lightly.â
You swallowed as you tried to ground yourself. âI need to know⌠about my powers" you said forcing steadiness into your tone. âIâve been hearing things-â
âThey choose what you hear, not you" she cut in sharply. Her eyes glimmered, unreadable. âYou carry ears tuned to whispers, but ears alone will not save you. Whispers can twist, can lie.â A gust of wind lifted the mist around her, like the field itself was exhaling.
You shivered. âDo not give me riddles" you snapped feeling yourself grow weak. âI need help.â
The faintest laugh slipped from her lips, dry and brittle. âTsk⌠so stubborn.â Her gaze swept over you measuring, predatory. âSome of the dead can guide you. They speak when you touch objects, or even a living soul. Sometimes it comes without warning, triggered by the mind itself. Pay attention. Learn to listen properly.â
A tight knot formed in your stomach, your breath catching. She stepped closer or perhaps the shadows themselves did and you could feel the chill of the air against your skin like a warning.
âWhy me? Why now?â you demand voice tight with urgency.
âA gift to some a curse to others,â she replies, her tone cold but measured. âIt depends on how you welcome it⌠and if you can handle it.â
A shiver runs down your spine. You can feel her gaze pressing into you through the fog.
âThe dead world isnât something to joke about" she continues, voice low almost a warning. âYour mother was the same⌠shame she didnât listen to me.â
Your eyes widen. âMy mother? She had this too?â
She scoffs the mist curling and thickening around her. âHow do you think you got it?â
Her voice drops into something darker echoing across the empty field. âYou want answers? Dig deeper, child. But remember the grave does not give without taking.â
The fog hung heavy over the graveyard, curling around your ankles and seeping through your shoes. Every step felt sluggish, the damp cold gnawing at your bones. You thought you could handle it until you couldnât.
Your chest tightened lungs burning, and suddenly the world tilted. You gasped for air, hands clutching at nothing, until firm arms wrapped around you.
âHey⌠youâre bleeding holy shit" Tylerâs voice cut through the haze, panicked.
Your fingers flew to your nose. Blood. Youâd almost smiled at the absurdity if your skull didnât feel like it was splitting in two. Weakness flooded your limbs, leaving you almost limp in his hold.
âYouâre cold as a corpse shit" Tyler mutters and thatâs when you realize youâre on the ground, cradled in his arms.
âHow long have I been out?â you mutter trying to push yourself upright.
âAbout five minutes" he breathes, running a hand through his messy hair. âFuck⌠that scared me. One second youâre talking, the next you just collapse, shaking. Jesus you're so coldâ
He steadies you hands firm on your arms, and you take a long look at him. Pale. Worried. Hair tousled as if heâd been running his hands through it in panic.
âWhat the hell happened? This is the second time" he says voice tight.
You let out a long sigh, brushing your hair back from your face. âItâs nothing. Really. You should save your worry for someone who matters."
You start walking, her words echoing in your mind.
The grave does not give without taking.
A gift to some, a curse to others.
Your mother was the sameâŚ
My mother? The thought lingers uncomfortably as you push it aside.
âHey watch it, you can barely walk" Tyler calls after you.
âIâm fine" you snap, not slowing your pace.
âYouâre clearly-"
You stumble over a hidden branch, and heâs there in an instant, catching you.
âNot fine" he mutters, steadying you with an intensity that makes your chest tighten. You catch your breath, your hand brushing his as he steadies you. For a moment the world shrinks to just the two of you still, quiet, charged.
âIâm fine" you repeat, but your voice falters, betraying you even as you try to sound composed.
Tylerâs gaze softens the tension in his jaw easing as he studies you. âYouâre not and itâs okay to admit that.â
Without another word, he drops his hoodie over your shoulders. Just like that, you two start walking his hands lingering on your arms, steadying you.
You slide into the passenger seat as he climbs behind the wheel. Reaching into the glove compartment he pulls out a chocolate bar and sets it in your lap.
âI donât like sweets" you deadpan glancing at him.
âAnd you look like youâre about to pass out again so you really donât have a choice" he keeps his eyes on the road as the car pulls away.
You roll your eyes but take the chocolate anyway only because youâre weak. Too weak. The hoodie is already warming you, but the nervous edge lingers. You shouldnât be this cold. Not this cold.
Youâd stepped into the world of the dead and returned, but youâre still alive, still flesh and blood. Youâre not supposed to feel like this like something reached in and tried to pull your soul out.
âSo are you gonna tell me how you got possessed again?â Tyler asks eyes flicking toward you before returning to the road.
You narrow your gaze. You donât trust him. Not yet. âItâs nothing" you mutter.
He smirks faintly, the kind thatâs more promise than humor. âDoesnât matter. Iâll figure it out eventually.â
You take a reluctant bite of the chocolate. âWhat I just told you itâs nothing.â
Tyler shoots you a look, one brow raised. âI might not be like you, but Iâm not stupid.â
You roll your eyes sinking back into the seat. âI never said you were.â
He doesnât push just keeps his eyes on the road. After a beat, his voice softens. âDid you at least get the answers you were looking for?â
You pause, then give a small nod.
âGood" he says quietly and for once, he doesnât sound like heâs teasing.
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You stare at the crowd, disgust curling in your chest. The costumes are garish, the colors offensive. Pilgrim World at its worst. A tragedy dressed as celebration.
Disaster.
âI didnât take you a fan of Pilgrim Worldâ Bianca says stepping beside you, an amused frown tugging at her lips.
âI donât" you reply with a soft hum eyes sweeping over. âBut itâs Day of the Dead. Whatâs more thrilling than macabre dĂŠcor, graveyard gatherings⌠and the chance to communicate with dead relatives?â
You tilt your head toward her, a faint smirk ghosting your lips. âFar better entertainment than this place usually offers. And I need to do my research.â
Bianca exhales the sound heavy with patience. âListen⌠maybe you should drop that. Maybe what you heard the other week was just from your visions.â
Bianca was your only real friend, the one person youâd started to trust. She had been there when you first heard it the faint, cryptic whisper of the dead brushing against your mind. But you knew better. That was not a vision of the past. It didn't feel like that
âIt wonât hurt to try. Tonightâs the perfect night,â your eyes lock with Principal Weems. You glare at her, she only smiles in return
You usually liked her she hadnât been in your way for most of your time at school. That is, until she banned you from the graveyard. The same graveyard you needed to visit to find answers.
Sheâd caught you rifling through the books you needed, asked questions, and though you didnât tell her the truth, she knew. Sheâd warned you in that calm, irritatingly patient tone: âDonât meddle with the world of the dead Miss Addams"
Youâd told her to mind her own business. In return, you got the ironclad decree: âYou will not enter graveyards.â
And she meant it. The next day, you tried. Whatever spell or enchantment sheâd used kept the gates sealed. No amount of clawing or kicking helped.
Youâd felt that familiar tug of frustration. You needed to know what was happening to you, what the messages are. And now tonight, youâd finally find a way whatever it took.
Bianca sighs beside you. âCanât your mom help you?â
âMy mother would only try to stop me" you reply, eyes narrowing as they meet hers. âSo donât bother suggesting it. Iâm not going to stop Bianca.â
The siren only nods she knows the older Addams stubbornness too well to argue.
âAlright if you need anything, come to me. Iâll be with Xavier.â
You roll your eyes at the name a sigh slipping past your lips. Of course heâs here, mediocrity incarnate draped in human skin. Youâve never understood what she sees in him.
âHey be nice! Heâs my boyfriend" Bianca crosses her arms frowning. âWeâve talked about this.â
âBoyfriend is a generous term" you reply smoothly. âHe can try. But heâs certainly no fit man for you.â
Bianca rolls her eyes. âWhy do you hate love so much?â
You scoff, a faint curl of amusement tugging at your lips. âI donât. But whatever you two have⌠itâs not love.â
Thinking youâre teasing, she nudges your arm gently. âYouâll understand one day.â
Your eyes widen at the contact, physical affection isnât your thing. âIâd rather spend a day at Principal Weems tea party than endure the kind of love he gives you⌠and I hate tea.â
You step back, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. âDo tell him I still hate him.â
And with that, you step into the festival. Itâs crowded, too crowded. People dance and play, laughter weaving through the air. Everywhere you look, decorations abound: skulls, flowers, and colorful papel picado fluttering above.
âHola seĂąorita and- oh, itâs yo" the brown-haired woman stops mid-gesture, eyes widening as she recognizes you. âAddams.â
Youâve had quite a few encounters with her. In your opinion, they went well for you. Certainly not for her. Your gaze drifts to the ends of her hair, still singed from the last time. You bite back a smile.
âWho let you in?â she snaps, the sharpness in her tone barely concealing her surprise.
âItâs Day of the Dead and I wanted to celebrate" you reply eyes narrowing âOr is enjoying a festival above your pay grade?â
âYou little- ah, enjoy the festival! Donât forget to check out the food stands" Arlene sputters, abruptly switching her tone as a new wave of people enter.
âPathetic" you mutter under your breath, brushing past her without another glance. Your eyes scan the crowd, searching for anything that might help.
Your mind drifts to the book you had read the words echoing in your head: 'Where shadows of the gone still breathe, beckon them to stir and murmur truths unseen.'
Immediately, your gaze locks on an altar heavy with candles. The air seems to shift, a sudden wind stirring the edges of the papel picado above. Something hums in the silence between the flames, and your pulse quickens.
This is it.
You inch closer, crouching low beside the altar. The air smells of wax, thick and heavy. You close your eyes, pressing your hand against the table, summoning focus.
âBeware" a soft, ghostly voice hisses for the briefest flicker. Your eyes snap open, heart hammering.
âNo⌠I need more" you mutter, voice filled with annoyance, almost desperate. You force your hand down again, closing your eyes tighter this time, willing the whispers to rise but nothing comes.
Your chest tightens. Come on, come on, you think teeth clenched, the strain crawling up your arms and across your shoulders like ice.
Nothing happens. Frustrated, you snap your eyes open and pull your hand away. The altar doesnât respond. Then you sink onto your knees, fixing your gaze on the two candles flickering before you.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes again. Slowly you press your hands onto the flames, feeling the heat bite through your palms.
âShadows of the gone⌠stir and speak. Let your secrets reach me" you whisper
Immediately, a tremor runs through your body. Your hands shake against the burning candles, your teeth grit. The world around you melts into a foggy haze. Shadows twist and skitter, voices overlapping, whispers, laughter, snatches of conversation, too many to parse, too many to endure.
âHeâs coming" a voice hisses from the darkness.
âWeak pathetic girl" another sneers.
âThe dead remember what the living forget" murmurs a chorus of unseen mouths, their words crawling beneath your skin.
âHide.â A sharp, echoing laugh slices through the haze, snapping you fully awake. You gasp for air lungs burning as the shadows retreat.
For a moment, you donât realize youâre cradled in someoneâs arms your cold skin pressing against their warmth.
âHey okay, slow down. Are you okay?â a male voice asks gentle, your mind is still foggy. âCan you hear me?â
âHard not to when youâre screaming in my eardrum" you mutter between ragged breaths, finally freeing yourself from his grip.
âSorry⌠you were just shaking a lot. And⌠you burned yourself,â he says, gesturing to your hands. When you glance down, two circular marks burn bright red into your palms, like someone had pressed a hot stamp directly into your skin.
âI was enjoying that" you say, for the first time meeting his gaze. He looks around your age, slightly taller, sandy brown hair falling into his eyes. Concern etches his face.
Normie, your mind sneers.
âAnd you stopped it" you murmur pushing yourself to your feet. He rises too still cautious, hands raised slightly in defense.
âI mean⌠you didnât look normal" he admits, stumbling over his words when your glare cuts into him. âI- I mean not like that⌠you just⌠didnât look okay. It was scary.â
Your eyes drift back to the altar. The candles have blown out, leaving smoke curling into the night. In the center of the table, carved into the surface, a perfect circle smolders, the same one like in your hands
âGreat" you scoff the corners of your mouth twitching with a mix of irritation and disbelief as the memory of the whispers lingers. At least youâd gotten something out of it.
âI was in the middle of something" you hiss, narrowing your eyes as you fix his brown gaze with a glare that could cut glass.
He chuckles at first but the sound dies when he realizes youâre completely serious. âIn the middle of getting possessed" he admits, hands half-raised as if to defend himself.
âDonât threaten me with a good time" you snap, rolling your eyes before you stride away, shoulders straight, mask perfectly back in place.
âSo you go to Nevermore?â he asks from behind you. You sigh not bothering to turn around.
âYes.â
âAnd⌠how is it?â
âTragic.â
âThatâs⌠nice" he says, awkwardly.
You stop mid-step to look at him, one brow arched. âIs there a reason youâre following me around?â
âUh⌠no" he stammers scratching the back of his neck. âI just donât want you to pass out.â
âI am fine" you say, voice flat but eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
âAre you trying to hide from someone?â he asks and your brows furrow in confusion.
âWhat?â
âItâs just you kept muttering something, and I heard âhide'" he explains
Interesting.
âQuite the opposite" you murmur, glancing toward a nearby stand, scanning for Bianca. âI was telling you to hide.â
âWhy would I hide?â he chuckles as he steps beside you smiling faintly. âYou donât look scary-â
You glare at him, sharp and unamused.
â-More like⌠intimidating" he adds quickly, eyes darting to yours trying to soften the blow.
Before you can shoo him away, something pops into your head.
âQuestion" you say and he immediately turns toward yo.
âYou donât happen to know if thereâs a graveyard nearby?â
He blinks. âI mean we only have one.â
âNot that one" your eyes track Principal Weems as she moves through the crowd. Tyler follows your gaze. âIâm not allowed to go there.â
âI donât even want to ask why" he says slowly eyebrows rising. âThereâs another one outside Jericho. Itâs like an hour away I think.â
And before you can respond, a new voice cuts through the air
"Listen here, kids if youâre not gonna pay and play, move the hell out of my stand!â a man yells from behind his voice gruff and ragged.
You both turn to face him. âWhat are you looking at me freak?â he sneers glaring directly at you.
You tilt your head slightly a slow, fake smile curling at the corners of your lips. Without a word you grab the toy gun resting on the counter. Calmly, deliberately, you fireâeach shot taking down the duck toys one by one. The tiny plastic heads spin and topple. The final bullet clips his hat, sending it clattering to the floor. You glance at him, unamused.
He freezes mouth slightly open, eyes wide.
âHe can keep the horrendous plushie" you say, gesturing towards the guy next to you with a faint shrug
Not wasting another second, you turn on your heel and vanish into the the crowd, the festivalâs noise swallowing your footsteps.
âI didnât get your name!â his voice carries after you hopeful, almost boyish.
You donât bother to face him. A smirk curves your lips as you call back "Good.â
He lingers in the distance, watching you slip away but you catch one last glance just enough to see the small, crooked smile tug at his mouth.
âIâm Tyler" he murmurs to himself
But you hear it and the name sticks. Tyler. And in the pit of your stomach, something twists, something tells you this isnât the last time youâll see him. Whether you want to or not.
used, misused - tyler galpin x reader
tyler galpin x addams!reader
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a/n: first published imagine kinda nervousđ¤ i might continue this like a little series, maybe flashbacks how they met how they started to date, how it all went wrongđ¤ reqs are opened send in your ideas
âAre you sure you want to do this.â
Of course. There it was again. You rolled your eyes, settling into the familiar monotony of Dr. Fairburnâs voice as she continued âItâs just⌠you and Tyler had something going on"
âKeyword being hadâ you cut in, your gaze locking onto hers with a calm finality. âAnd it wonât be a problem Dr. Fairburn. Iâm only going to talk to him. Nothing more.â
She studied you for a moment, then gave a soft hum as she turned to leave. âTyler speaks of you often.â
You followed, your tone dry as ever, eyes fixed straight ahead. âBad things I hope.â
âI wouldnât go that farâ she replied, pushing open a heavy door with a practiced hand. âYou know I only granted your sisterâs request with the court not yours.â
We stepped into a lobby, the silence almost oppressive. Empty. Which meant this entire floor belonged to Tyler.
âIâm aware" you said, halting at the looming round door ahead. Your eyes lingered on her, sharp and questioning. âBut I canât help but wonder why. There has to be a reason youâre allowing this.â
The older woman exhaled, weary but deliberate. âYou might be the psychological shock Tyler needs to begin his rehabilitation.â
Your head tilted, curiosity cutting through your composure. âAnd why me?â
A small smile tugged at her lips as she unlocked another door. âLike I said he speaks of you often.â
Your expression didnât shift, though something flickered in your chest. We stepped into a smaller chamber, where a guard stood posted before yet another door.
âYouâll be perfectly safeâ Dr. Fairburn assured, her tone rehearsed. âBut if anything happens, press the red button on the wall. Iâll be watching from the monitors.â
You didnât answer. Words felt useless when your focus was already locked on the door ahead, silent and unblinking. At her signal, the guard disengaged the lock, and the door creaked open. You crossed the threshold, eyes sweeping over the sterile room bathed in a dull blue tint.
And then they found him.
Tyler.
He was chained against the wall, barefoot, dressed only in sweatpants. Dirt streaked his skin, his hair a disheveled mess. The bed beside him sat untouched, as though heâd chosen to endure the cold wl instead. He looked less like a monster and more like a ruin.
And it hurt you, more than you'd liked to admit.
You drifted closer to the glass, each footstep echoing faintly in the sterile room. The sound was enough to stir him. Tylerâs head turned slowly, and when his eyes found yours, you froze.
Your heart gave the slightest jolt, but you buried it beneath your usual calm. Nothing showed. Nothing ever did. Unlike Wednesday, you were more like your mother you felt too much.
And sometimes, that⌠that could bite you in the ass.
His expression shifted, flickering between shock and something else, something softer. Then against all odds, his lips curved into the faintest smile. Disbelief? Relief? You couldnât place it, and that unsettled you more than you cared to admit.
With what strength he had left, he pushed himself off the wall, chains clinking as he moved forward, closer to you. He didnât get far he couldnât but still the effort made your chest tighten.
âDidnât think it was you" he rasped, voice low and rough, like it hadnât been used in days.
"Were you expecting someone else" You raise your brow slightly
"Just the guards" before you could reply, he spoke again, his voice rough but edged with a smirk. âSo⌠what do you think of this place?â His eyes flicked around the barren room.
âEmptyâ you replied flatly, arms crossing as your gaze lingered on him. âJust like you.â
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he shook his head. âIt was originally designed for a schizophrenic werewolf went on a full moon killing spree on the summer of â92. Funny, your little friend was meant to be the one locked up here.â
Your jaw tightened, words sliding out like the strike of a blade. âExcept it wasnât her, was it? Youâre the one who went on a killing spree. Or do I need refresh your memory?â
He smirks that infuriating half-smile that used to make your knees weak. âI knew youâd come around. Just didnât think it would be this soon. You canât resist me.â
You donât move. Donât even blink. âYou give yourself far too much credit.â
He leans closer, chains rattling faintly, voice low and certain. âI know you too well. We dated for a year and a half-"
âAwful yearâ you cut him off, eyes cold. âI regret wasting it.â
He ignores the jab, voice softer now, dangerous in its calm. âAnd yet behind that ice mask you wear, I see it. Your pulse racing, your heart betraying you⌠You hate it, donât you? You hate what happened⌠and you miss me.â
You freeze for a fraction of a second. He got you there. Your chest tightens as if someone pressed a hand over it. For once, youâd wanted something real. Something good. Something like your parents had. And you thought you had it. Turns out you hadnât.
âIs that the story you tell yourself every day to keep going?â you spit back, words clipped, venomous. âBecause you can. Hate to break it to you but clinging to it wonât get you far.â
âOh, it will" he starts, but you cut him off, sharper than usual.
âAnd exactly where?â Your voice is low, biting. âYou did your big thing, used me, lured others, killed.â
He scoffs. âAnd look at you now. Chained like a dog with no way out.â
A growl rumbles from his chest. âI didnât use you.â
You want to roll your eyes âBut you did" you whisper, bitter, almost to yourself. âAnd was it really worth it? Did it ever matter?â
His hands strain against the chains, the hyde side of him flickering in the rapid, jerky movements of his body. âI⌠I had no choice" he rasps voice raw, eyes wild. âYou donât understand!â
âEveryone has a choiceâ you snap, though your heart races against your ribs. The sting of imagined betrayal burns hotter than you care to admit. âYou chose to hurt me. To hurt people.â
His voice rises, sharp, almost animalistic. âI didnât!â
âI always kept myself grounded" you whisper voice low, brittle "for the right reasons. And I shouldâve continued that. But⌠for the first time, I let someone in.â
He looks away, jaw tight, chains rattling faintly as if the sound could somehow shield him from your words.
âAnd fuck me for it" you continue, a bitter edge in every syllable. âBiggest mistake of my life. I asked you so many times if there was something going on with you.â
âIt wasnât supposed to be this way" he snaps, voice rough, almost growling. âYou donât know the half of it.â
âAnd I donât want to know it anymore. I donât care.â The lie slides off your tongue easily, though your chest feels heavier than youâd admit.
At first, it hadnât been like this. The beginning of your relationship had been bright with possibility, almost normal. But the last few months⌠doubt had crept in. Youâd felt it, lurking in the spaces between words and glances. Your visions of the past had never been clear about him. And yet, looking back the signs were there. You shouldâve connected the dots.
But you hadnât.
Too blind.
Too reckless.
âYou donât understandâ he growls, voice rough and animalistic "I couldnât. What would you have done? Youâre just a weak girl.â
âI couldâve tried" you snap back, voice sharp as a blade, eyes locking on his. âI couldâve fought. I couldâve done something.â
It hurts, seeing him like this chains cutting into his wrists, the wild light in his eyes restrained but he chose this path. And you were done. You turn to leave, certain the chapter is closed.
But his voice stops you. Perhaps your words had struck him deeper than he imagined.
âSay hi to your sister from meâ he says slowly, each word measured, deliberate, chilling. âTell her that after Iâm out of here⌠Iâll be coming for her. Her screams will haunt you for the rest of your life.â
You close your eyes, exhale through your nose, trying to steady the storm in your chest. Then, you turn back to him, eyes dark. âSee⌠I told myself this would be my first and last visit. But seeing you here chained, useless something is stirring in my dark heart.â
You step closer, letting the weight of your words sink in. He blinks confused a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. âNow I understand why Thornwill chose you" you continue, voice sharp cutting. âYouâre a nobody. You didnât have anything to lose or give except your poor barista skills and awkward communication.â
You hadnât meant the words. You didnât want to say them. But the thought of him going after your younger sister⌠it needed to come out.
âAnd Iâll be enjoying this imageâ you add, each word deliberate "of you locked in this room, rotting while no one thinks of you because theyâve moved on. They've forgot about you. You know why? Because no one cares about youâ
He cracks his neck, a low, guttural sound reverberating through the small space. You step back instinctively. His figure shifts, muscles bulging unnaturally, the hyde side of him taking over, feral and terrifying. Then a scream rips through the air as the chain around his neck flares with electricity, jolting him violently. He crashes to the floor, chains rattling, eyes wide with shock and fury.
Without hesitation, you turn, heels clicking against the floor, and walk away, leaving him there As you step outside Willow High, the cold air hits your face, and your eyes sting. You swallow hard forcing the lump in your throat down. No one can see you like this. Youâre an Addams youâre not supposed to cry.
Your sister was right. Youâve changed. Youâve let yourself feel more⌠more than you used to. But as long as you were with him, that part of you didnât matter. It didnât hurt.
Now it does.
the way that creature probably planned all of this, date nd marry her get her pregnant then cheat. keep the videos girl let the world know how a cheater and a joke looks like
the wizard liz got cheated on while being 4 months pregnant...