The Cabin // Chapter One
CONTENT WARNING !! : Violence , Kidnapping , Stalking , Gore , Killing , This story will contain NSFW later on so minors pls DNI
SUMMARY !! : Tim needed cash and supplies, nothing more. What should have been a quick robbery with you as just another faceless casualty shifted the moment he hesitated and instead of leaving you behind, he took you with him all the way to his cabin. There he kept you with Brian's help. Neither Tim or Brian knew why, unsure of what to do with you or why Tim hesitated in the first place, but one thing they both knew was that they were falling in love, and maybe so were you?
WORD COUNT !! : 3K
AUTHOR'S NOTE !!
Hello, my lovelies!! This is my first fic on this account, which is super nerve-racking! I have not written a fic in many years, so please forgive me if it is not my best work, as I am a little rusty.
In this fic, I'm definitely having Tim be a bit more country with the way he speaks, as well as have him be a lot more loving towards y/n in the beginning and throughout the fic, but still, he will be having his moments because, of course, it's still Tim.
Brian will be coming later on in the story, as this was originally supposed to be a Tim x Reader fic. Still, I chose to change it as a Tim x Beian x Reader fic partly because I selfishly love the idea of the three of them together but also because others voted for it to be that way as well. He as well will be a bit more southern in the way he speaks and I plan on making him a lot more hesitant to be with y/n and harsher on her but still have his soft moments.
Y/n is a girl who's in her early twenties with dark brown eyes and light tan brown skin, and wavy hair around five four, but still looks fairly young and frequently gets mistaken sometimes for a teenager. She works at a gas station while going to college states away, as well as living alone after running away from home at nineteen years old.
Also, please keep in mind this is just chapter one of this fic, as I will be adding more from not only your thoughts but also suggestions.
Please comment or DM me your thoughts as well as like / reblog because it helps a lot, but please keep in mind to be respectful and constructive, as I would love your input for my next chapters as well, but I cannot fix what is wrong with just hate! Overall, if you give this a read, whether you love it or hate it, thank you for taking time out of your day and reading. Love you all!
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You ran. You ran as fast as you possibly could. Your feet are aching with each step. You don't even remember how long you have been running for, but you just know you need to get away. Get away from him. It's dark and cold, and each turn you take in this forest feels suffocating, like you can't escape. You're unable to turn around or even slow down, knowing that if he caught you, it would be over.
You feel your legs slowly give out on you. With tears in your eyes, you try to force yourself to push forward and go faster, convinced you can escape him. Despite your effort, your body fails, and you inevitably slow down, collapsing against a large tree for support. Desperately, you attempt to control your heavy breathing, hoping to avoid detection.
Heavy boots soon come into your earshot, thudding closer with each step. You try to rise and run again, but your exhausted body remains slumped against the tree, unable to move in time. He reaches you, grabs your upper body roughly, pins your arms tightly to your sides with one arm, and clamps a gloved hand over your mouth to muffle your cries.
“What did I fucking say about trying to leave? I give you some freedom, and this is how you fucking repay me?” he yells, tightening his grip as you try to squirm away. Not long after, you feel a hard thud on your head and your eyes grow heavy as you slip in and out of consciousness before everything goes black.
Days Earlier , Tim’s POV -
These fucking flickering fluorescent lights are messing with my god damn head, I think to myself as I walk around the gas station trying to scope out the place. Where are the exits, the cameras, and how many people live in the area and could hear gunshots? I needed the money, and I needed it fast, to leave this shit place of a town. I would usually plan some shit like this at least a week prior and have Brian or Toby with me but it's been a hell of the past three weeks with having to go out on missions nearly every night in this town for the boss with barely any fucking sleep and the pills barely working but I needed to get money and leave soon the cops are sniffing around too much. Even they’ve stopped buying the runaway stories.
I pull the collar of my yellow jacket up higher to try to cover my face as best as I can and avoid the cameras. Ironic, I know, using a yellow fucking jacket to try to hide myself away. But the old cashier behind the counter wasn’t gonna live long enough to care or see.
I grabbed a case of beer for me and Brian and some frozen waffles for Toby. As I closed the fridge door, I saw my reflection in the glass after not seeing it for weeks, and Jesus fuck did I look bad, my hair was all bent out of shape , dark red eye bags, and blood stains that had turned a questionable brown on my jeans. I grunt and head to the register, the gun tucked in my waistband pressing cold against my skin. Not my favorite weapon, but quick enough. I put all the items on the counter, slightly chuckling to myself as if I'm even going to pay. I ask for a pack of Marlboros, and the lady grabs them for me, placing them on the counter with the rest of my shit.
The air is thick, and I feel a slight rush of excitement. This is the first kill I've done in weeks that was in broad daylight and wasn't a mission by the boss, and I was by myself. I’d almost missed the rush. My fingers brush the gun. Thumb on the trigger. Easy.
Suddenly, I hear the jingle of the front door ring me, and the cashier both look over to see what seems to be a teenage girl. She quickly stumbles in as the sun hits her tan brown skin, and she smiles at the cashier as she quickly puts her dark hair into a ponytail. She's sort of cute, I can admit that to myself. Honestly, I don't even think I can remember the last time I really even saw a cute girl like that who wasn't covered in blood, screaming, or dead. Before I can think too long about it, she starts talking.
“Mary, I am so, so sorry that I am late for my shift. I tried to rush from school, but the traffic-”
“Relax kid, I get it, just don't let it happen again. Just ring this guy out. I have to go pick up my kids, then I'll be back. Can you handle that at least right y/n?” she states blandly as if this happens regularly.
“Yes, of course, again I'm so so sorry!” the girl scrambles to say.
Fuck.
Now I have to wait for the old bitch to leave and then kill this one instead. Whatever, it's fine, she's younger and will fight back. It will be a bit more fun with a challenge, I think to myself.
“Hello, hi , how are you?" she asks, but quickly apologizes again
“I'm sorry you had to see me rush in here like that. I hope I didn't startle you. How has your day been? Wait, shoot, have I already asked you that? Sorry I'm just super scared-brained right now,” she nervously laughs and before I can even get a word in she starts over again.
“Okay, let's officially start over. Hello, my name is y/n. I'm sorry you had to see me rush in like that. I hope I did not startle you. How has your day been?” she finally states after a deep breath. Before I can even answer, I take a deep breath, and all I can smell is her peach-scented perfume radiating off her. It’s almost disorienting and definitely not fucking helping my headache.
“I’m fine,” I state flatly. I could tell by her demeanor that my dry response made her embarrassed as she immediately started ringing out my items.
Honestly, it kinda made me chuckle in my head. I've never been much of a talker unless I'm angry.
Once all the items were rung up, she told me, “It will be $27.62, sir!”
I went back and forth in my head whether to just shoot her or just fuck with her for a bit.
I’ll fuck with her.
“Oh, I don’t have any money,” I say, with the same flat tone.
“Oh. Okay, well, I can take your name down and start a tab for you, if you want?”
“I don't have money to pay for it,” I said again dryly, waiting for her to kick me out or get upset, but instead she just said, “Don't worry, I’ll cover it.” I was sort of taken aback. I've never met someone so willing to help someone they haven't ever met, but I won't complain.
“Okay,” I state bluntly. She soon hands me my bag of things and tells me to have a great day.
I leave the store more thrown off than I’d ever admit. After a few minutes, I opened a beer and took a swig of it until it hit me.
“I fucking needed the money. Fuck. I should’ve killed her when I had the chance.” I turned around, ready to go back and get the fucking money.
Once I reached the same dingy gas station as before, I quietly walked in, ready to get my plan started, when I looked over and saw the same old lady from before yelling at the girl who helped me, “Why would you pay for a stranger's things when I barely have enough money to pay you?” she yelled.
The teenage girl makes eye contact for the first time, her brown eyes looking into mine from afar, and for a moment, she slightly smiles. Not too long after, the old lady soon turns her head and sees me, and starts walking up to me.
“You. Why would you fucking walk into a store and buy things knowing you have no fucking money? You either give the items back or pay up,” she yells as she points her finger in my face.
Without a word or second thought, I take the gun out of the waistband of my jeans and shoot her in the chest, and she falls. For a moment, all there is is the ringing in my ears after the shot, but soon I hear the girl screaming. I quickly turn around and cover her mouth with my hand.
“Shit, shit shut the fuck up and give me the money or else you're fucking next,” I say as I point the gun at her. She scrambles towards the register, shaking to open it. After I let one arm go, still pointing the gun at her. Once she was done emptying it, I told her to come with me and be quiet, or else, as I quickly called Brian to grab me, I purposely didn't mention the girl.
What the hell am I doing? Why didn’t I kill her? I think to myself, but before I can even think, Brian’s truck screeches into the lot, and I start dragging the girl toward the door. My body feels like it’s moving on its own as I shove her into the back seat, slamming the door, growling at Brian to drive.
He doesn’t hold back and screeches faster out of the parking lot than he did when he came in. “Seriously, Tim? A robbery in broad daylight, and you bring some random girl with you? We were supposed to be laying low.” He angrily tells me.
I don't reply, only grunting. “Just take me to the cabin.”
The farther we drive from town, the quieter she gets, just soft, broken little sobs, begging us not to hurt her, promising she won’t tell anyone if we let her go.
Brian ignores her. I do too.
Once we reached my cabin, Brian pulled his old truck onto the rocky road and turned the car off. We got out as the gravel crunched beneath our boots, and he locked the car, leaving the girl inside.
“Tim, I don't know what the fuck you're doing with this girl, but we have another mission tonight, and when I ask you about her, I want her gone,” he states angrily. He unlocks the door and roughly grabs the crying girl, shoving her toward me. She stumbles, still crying, still terrified. We both watch Brian reverse down the path until his headlights disappear into the trees.
“Please, I'm sorry. Please let me go. Please don't hurt me.” She begs as I drag her inside.
Finally, I grab her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment it's silent until I say, “Listen, I won't hurt you as long as you're good and don't scream. You can do that for me, right?” She nods vigorously as we walk inside the door, creaking shut behind us.
I start showing her around, and the place is a fucking mess, mostly because I'm the only one who lives here while in between missions, and I don't really care to clean it, but now, seeing her watching every step, I kind of regret it. Inside the cabin is dusty with muddy footprints all over the old, creaky wooden floor. There are empty beer and food cans covering the kitchen table, and dirty dishes piled in the sink. In the center of the room, a sagging couch faces a small, boxy TV.
I walk her down the dark, narrow hallway as the two doors come into view. I walk her into my room. The room is equally dusty, if not more so, than the main room, with only a small window as its light source, but it's nailed shut by old rusty nails. Mattress on the floor with a thin sheet and blanket, and a small pillow, with dirty clothes covering the floor being the only thing in there.
“This room is gonna be yours now again, like I said, if you scream or even think about fucking escaping, I'll kill you faster than these woods can. Got it?” I said sternly. She gulped and nodded.
“Okay, good. Now stay. I will be back in an hour. ” I say with a half-hearted smile as I tie her arms and legs up and stuff an old rag in her mouth and shut the door, closing it and making sure to lock it with a key on my way out.
Y/N’s POV -
Soon, night fell, and it felt like hours had gone by. By the first hour, you spat out the rag and tried to break free from your restraints, the ropes painfully rubbing against your wrists and thighs, the skin surrounding the ropes going raw, not budging, no matter how hard you tried, until you gave up from exhaustion, and then the crying started all over again.
It felt like you couldn't breathe, gasping for air through your tears. You couldn't understand why this was happening to me. Why did your pleas for freedom fall on deaf ears by both the man who took you and his accomplice. Every instinct screamed at you to scream, to fight, but you didn’t. Not a sound. Because his warnings weren’t empty threats. They were promises. And if he heard you, you knew without question that you’d be dead.
You heard the front door open, followed by the sound of heavy boots. You frantically looked around for the rag you had spat out, quickly crawling to it and biting into it, and closing your eyes. You didn't even know what you were doing, playing dead, playing asleep? You panicked. It didn’t matter.
You heard the click of a key opening the room door and him walking inside, you felt your blood run cold. You were facing away from him, but you could still feel his boots walking towards you, and him bending down, getting closer, and using his gloved hands to grab your face. You lay there as he poked and touched the cheeks of your face, and slowly came so close that you could feel his smoky breath.
“Wake up, I know you're not sleeping,” he whispered in your ear. You froze and couldn't open my eyes. You felt yourself starting to shake. He knew it, and you knew it that you were awake, but still your eyes wouldn't budge.
After what felt like minutes going by, you soon felt a painful yank from my head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and brought you closer to him. “I’ll ask again, wake up and open those eyes for me.” This time, more sternly than before.
You slowly opened your eyes, and you were face-to-face with him. The same man from the gas station who took you. You looked into his eyes, and he had dark almost, brown hazel eyes with sunken bags, patches of uneven facial hair lined his jaw, and his dark brown hair looked like it hadn't been brushed or washed in days.
“There we go, if you just had listened to me the first time, I wouldn't have had to grab your hair now, would I? He smiled slightly casually. You didn't respond, which he seemed slightly disappointed about. “Alright, let's get you untied and up now,” as he starts to untie your ropes. It's silent between the two of you as he does it until it's over, where he grabs you by your arms, lifting you to your feet. You wobbled, unsteady from hours spent bound on the floor.
“Easy there, let me help you up,” He says as he places your arms to cling onto around his broad shoulders. Slowly, he walks you out of the room and has you sit on one of the dining room chairs. “Sorry about the mess, are you hungry?” he half-heartedly apologizes and asks flatly, as if you were just one of his friends stopping by, not a girl he kidnapped and killed her manager in cold blood in broad daylight.
You finally spoke in a quiet voice, “Um, no, thank you.”
“Suit yourself,” he muttered, reaching into the cupboard for a dented can of peaches. The metal lid peeled back with a harsh scrape, and he used the tip of a pocketknife to spear a slice, offering it to you one more time. You quietly shook your head, and he shrugged as he took a singular bite before putting the knife back into his pocket.
You both sat in silence again, but thicker this time, almost suffocating. You kept your gaze fixed anywhere but on him, but your eyes betrayed you, darting between the front door and the man sitting across from you.
Finally, you spoke, “Please, can you let me go? I promise I won't say anything or tell anyone, please just let me go.” and once again, tears and hiccups started between your words.
He didn't reply at first, simply rolling his eyes as if your begging was just nagging him. “Listen, peaches, I really don't want to hurt you, but you gotta stop with this whining and begging because honestly? It's not gonna get you anywhere. I'm not letting you go, and you gotta accept that.” He said firmly.
It hit you. It hit you hard like a fucking truck. You were truly stuck with this psycho, and he wasn't going to let you go.
Fine, you thought. Fine if you are stuck with him, so be it, but you weren't going down without a fucking fight. To his surprise and yours, you got up and darted towards the door. The man across from you was barely even able to register what was happening until you got to the door and ran.