Yandere Miles Fairchild (2/4)
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Things had been good. Except for the frequent bullying I was subjected to—apparently because I was associated with Miles—things were good. Miles and I had definitely grown closer, and I was even making friends with some of the girls.
I was about to meet up with Miles in the cafeteria for lunch, so I was dropping my stuff off at my locker. I fiddled with the lock and it popped open. Humming to myself, I placed my bag inside. I went to shut it, but someone else reached around and did it for me.
I gasped and turned, coming face to face with a tall and handsome — oh, it was that bully that’s been bothering Miles. He had me cornered against the locker, and I shrunk back uncomfortably.
“If it isn’t our resident orphan Annie,” the guy stated haughtily. “Why don’t you tell me where that sugar daddy of yours is?”
I gulped. “I have no idea who you’re talking about. If you don’t mind, I’m busy —“
I went to weave away from him, but his palm slammed into my shoulder, painfully sending me back against it. I unwillingly let out a grunt of pain.
“Sure you do, bitch. Hey, boys,” he motioned his friends closer, "this orphan chick doesn’t seem to have much of a brain. Guess she got into this school as a charity act. What do ya say we do to help enlighten her?”
The boys snickered cruelly. I kept my mouth shut, trying to focus on a potential escape rather than their envious insults.
“She’s just as pretentious as her sugar daddy,” one of the boys sneered. “Looks like a bitch that enjoys being slapped around in bed.”
The main guy’s face stretched into a sadistic smirk. “Damn right.”
Before I could get a single word in, my head heaved to the side, a burning sensation consuming my cheek. I was too stunned to scream, stroking my cheek. Tears threatened to fall in all honesty, and I was grabbed again. My shoulder ached from being tossed around so much.
I couldn’t meet the bully’s gaze. But, as it turns out, I didn’t need to. The boy was shoved away from me, and I realized Miles had came to my rescue. Relief washed over me, but it quickly turned to panic as he punched the boy in the face. Miles clearly had a taste for violence. He let out a gurgled screech of anger and pelted his face again. At this point, the boy had tried to get up, but Miles kicked him in the stomach.
The boy let out a curse and rolled to the ground, cradling his stomach. I reached out to Miles, but the man straddled the bully’s waist and began pulling his hair and punching his face. Over and over again.
Students around us began screaming attracting an entire crowd.
“Miles!” I cried, grabbing his arm and trying to pry him off the bloody mess of a boy.
Miles shoved me away, and I tripped, falling to the floor. Some girls helped me rise to my feet and shielded me from the terrifying scene, but I still knew exactly what was happening. Miles had grabbed the unconscious kid’s head and and began slamming it into the locker.
Blood was everywhere. I wouldn’t be surprised if the lockers were permanently stained. Everyone, including me, was terrified. Miles had completely lost his temper. He was going way too far, and for what? At this point, he was going to kill the guy!
A teacher shoved his way through the crowd and tackled Miles. Miles was still writhing and trying to escape to finish the bully off, but the teacher picked up the screaming, raging boy. Miles even tried making his way over to me, calling my name, but Miles was pulled away from the scene, probably to the principal’s office.
Other teachers crowded the injured bully and rushed him away, hopefully to a hospital.
I had no idea what to think about the situation. All I knew is that it was the reason I wouldn’t see Miles’ face at school again.
~~~
“Can I borrow your notes from class? I had a doctor’s appointment,” my friend pleaded, leaning against my desk.
I chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Just give me a moment.”
I shuffled through my folder and pulled out my notebook. I handed it to her, to which she quickly thanked me and sat in her seat. She eagerly began copying, to which I turned my attention back to my own review. Class was starting in a few minutes --
“Y/n L/n, can you grab your things and head to the principal’s office?"
The teacher stood in front of my desk, a knowing smile on her face. I nodded curtly. "Will do. Thank you, miss.”
In the back of my head, I wondered if I was going to see Miles. I was never called to the principal's office since I was a well-rounded, scholarly student. A part of me missed him, even though his violence scared me. I pretended he wasn't, but he was still on my mind, even weeks after his expulsion.
I packed up my things and headed out. The halls were fairly vacant, only hearing the sound of my sneakers hitting the floor. I eventually arrived at the office. I invited myself in, slightly anxious.
“Miss L/n!” the principal greeted eagerly. He was sat at his desk, sliding some paperwork to the side. “Have a seat." He motioned to the seat across from him.
“Thank you, sir,” I replied, shyly slinking into the seat while setting my bag beside me. “Is there something wrong?”
He shook his head while clasping his hands together. “No, nothing like that. In fact, there's good news that I think you’ll like to hear.”
I waited, only responding with a tilt of my head.
“A family wants to adopt you.”
My heart froze. Did I hear that right? Was I hallucinating?
“You heard that right. I was informed this morning that a middle-aged woman has already arranged to adopt you. Perhaps you’ve met her, but either way, she was very eager to finalize the process.”
Tears clouded my vision. “R - really? Am I going to meet her?”
He chuckled. “Yes. In fact, pack your things because you're leaving right away to go home. The driver will be waiting at the front gate.”
I shifted unsurely.
“Well then? Go on and get ready!” the principal chuckled, shooing me away with his arm.
I stood straight and grabbed my bag. I had to restrain myself from darting out of the room immediately, but the moment I exited the office I dashed down the halls to pack up and leave as soon as possible.
~~~
The taxi was currently driving through the middle of nowhere. We were venturing through the wilderness, surrounded by nothing but trees and accompanied only by wind and crunching gravel. I leaned against the window, gaze glued to the vague, passing silhouette of trees.
I noticed that we were making it out into some countryside. I squinted due to the sun blinding me, but after recovering, I noticed we were approaching a gate and wall. The taxi driver slowed and the gate opened automatically.
Oh boy, I could already smell the wealth. I could only hope that my new parent would actually want me for more than a tax deduction.
The car rolled through, and I glance dover my shoulder, watching the gate slide shut. Nervousness wracked my body as we drove closer and closer to my new—and hopefully permanent—home.
The taxi driver pulled up to a mansion. My jaw dropped at the ancient sophistication of the building. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more than fifty rooms in the place. I could already tell navigating the manor would be a chore in and of itself.
I was so enamored by my new home that I didn’t snap out of it until my door was opened by the driver. I grabbed my backpack and shakily thanked him. My sneakers crunched under the gravel. My eyes examined every window frame and every stone statue. I hugged my backpack to my chest and began walking up the stone steps.
I felt completely broke, unworthy, of being in the presence of a castle.
I was about to grab my suitcase, but wordlessly, the driver took it instead, ignoring my attempts to take it from him. I let him walk faster. I assumed he was a private driver that knew the place well. Anyone who lived here would surely have a few servants on hand.
My heart stopped as I stared at the people in the doorway. Two of them, I recognized without a doubt, and the older woman I could only presume was the one I heard so much about.
Miles, Flora, and Mrs. Grose.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. The two children had excited grins, and Mrs. Grose looked rather tired. This couldn’t possibly be real. I felt disappointed, scared even. But also… flattered. Had Miles really pulled strings to adopt me into the family? Or was I hallucinating?
Miles strode towards me, his little sister following suit. His arms enveloped me in a warm hug. Still stunned, I couldn't find the willpower to hug back. But it certainly was real. I really was here. With Miles and his small, but incredibly wealthy family.
“Hi! Miles talks about you so-o-o much. You’re Y/n! I’m Flora,” the little girl greeted from behind him.
I tugged at Miles’ shirt, my motions still muddled. I wasn’t sure if I was happy, but I think that if I was, I would know. Miles began pulled away, a grin ever present on his face. Before he completely detached, I felt him breathe into my ear.
“I missed you.”
I sent him a strained smile before turning my attention to Flora. I crouched down to her height, but not enough to be patronizing. “Hi, Flora! I’ve heard a lot about you, too. I’m glad I can finally meet you.”
The girl’s grin widened and she grabbed my hand. “I want to show you around —!”
“I bet she’s tired,” Miles spoke up. His hand rubbed the small of my back, and I felt uncomfortable by his actions. “Want to go show her her room, Flora? We can go together.”
Flora clapped her hands together and rushed inside. Miles began steering me forward. I paused, though, when I came face to face with Mrs. Grose. She sent me a strained smile. “I hope you enjoy your stay here. It was very difficult to make the arrangements. If you need anything, you can find me, or just ask Miles.”
“Th - thank you, Mrs. Grose. I really enjoy the… opportunity,” I replied politely.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go,” Miles eagerly interrupted, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside the mansion.
I spaced out, examining every intricate detail of the castle. There were statues and chandeliers galore. Every room just led into another, and each room was massive. I could probably spend an entire week exploring the whole place, and I had a feeling there were more buildings on the horizon.
Miles led me upstairs, his grip on me unwilling despite my occasional attempt to tug away. Then, down a hallway. And another hallway. Flora was still marching ahead, peppy and animated. It baffled me how a nine-year-old girl could navigate this maze.
I felt like we went an entire mile before we came to a stop. Flora burst into a door, and I was extremely flattered when I entered into a large bedroom. That is, of course, until I spotted a creepy, life-sized doll in a rocking chair. Miles, following my gaze, laughed.
“That’s just great nana’s doll. Her dying wish was to be recreated as a doll. Creepy, right?”
Flora puffed her chest out. “No she isn’t! She’s cute, don’t disrespect grandma.”
“Yeah, sure…” I piped up reluctantly. I knew better than to make enemies with the girl; after all, it was Miles, my former best friend, that I was unsure about, not her. In fact, she was rather cute.
Miles leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don’t worry. You can put it in storage tonight.”
I sent him a grateful smile. Flora suddenly hopped onto the luxuriously cushioned bed, hopping on it. It squeaked loudly, and I worried it would break, but she slowed. “Isn’t it nice?”
“It definitely is,” I agreed with a nod. “I’d join you, but my head would hit the ceiling and my as– I would break the bed.”
Flora giggled, and I noticed that Miles’ tenseness melted away. I guess he was nervous about me getting along with his sister. “I guess you’re way-y-y too fat!”
“No, she isn’t. She’s stunning, everything about her,” Miles interjected. When I sent him a bewildered stare, he gave me a cheeky wink and smirk.
What happened to the energetic Miles I knew before? Had he… always been this flirtatious and touchy? Maybe I just didn’t notice since I wasn’t on edge with him at the time.
“Smooth. It’s crazy that you don’t get chicks crawling over you with game like that,” I replied dryly. I noticed my suitcase in the corner. I was used to it, but it saddened me that my entire lifespan was contained in one tiny compartment. I didn’t even have that much stuff when I was dropped by the orphanage momentarily.
Miles followed my gaze once more. “Oh, do you need to unpack? I can help, if you like? Or — or we can show you around?”
Flora pouted. “Don’t lie, brother, you want to show her around. You want to date her!” she squealed.
My cheeks reddened, but Miles didn’t seem offset by the statement. “Uh…” Miles droned. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Flora.”
“Yes, I do!”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do!”
“No, you don’t —“
“It’s cool, I’ll just unpack by myself,” I interrupted anxiously. “I’m pretty tired from the trip and everything.. I didn’t know you lived so far away.”
Miles shoved his hands into his pockets, and Flora hopped off the bed, grabbing her brother’s arm. “Oh! Oh, yeah, that’s cool. Uh, how about I come get you for dinner? I missed eating with you.”
“Uh, yeah! Sounds good.”
My stare trailed after them as they left the room. Immediately, I went over and closed the door before turning my attention over to the creepy doll. As badly as I wanted to deflate and get comfortable, there’s no way in hell I could stand another minute with that thing in the room.
I was saddened by how awkward things felt between me and Miles. It’s not like we ever got a chance to talk about what happened. It just… happened. And it scared me. It scared me that he could go into beast mode out of nowhere at any point. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was influenced by that deceased Mr. Quint.
I unpacked slowly, taking in every inch of the grandiose room. Back at the orphanage, it was communal, so there were just rows of beds in a very long room. Even at the boarding school, it was hard to find peace and quiet unless I sought it out. But I knew that in a place like this, I could easily escape to the farthest corners of the property. I knew that would come in handy, at least until Miles and I cleared the air.
So, I unpacked until Flora and Miles fetched me for dinner.
~~~
I’m not sure why I thought it was a good idea, but after eating, I desired to explore by myself. I tried remembering the twists and turns I took, but I was very much lost. I was hoping to run into Mrs. Grose or Flora eventually, since that was my only chance of finding my way back to my room.
I was rather tired. I veered down a dark corridor. This place was… kind of creepy. Was there even a point to this hallway?
It descended even darker. I contemplated going back. So, being the smart individual I was, I did. I walked down a set of stairs that was well-lit, hearing something in the distance.
I walked down the well-lit hallway, passing door after door. Eventually, I could easily identify the sound; Miles was playing the drums. I slowed down a little to hear better. The room from which the music was coming was wide open, so I paused and pressed my body against the wall.
I realized Miles was easily playing along to a very difficult song. There’s no way he became a drum expert in the few months that we’ve known each other. He might have been even better than me. What did that mean? Had he… been humble about his ability the whole time?
I wasn’t sure how to feel about the revelation. It felt like a blaring red flag. First the blatant dishonesty, then the erratic violence. As much as I longed for the innocent friendship we once had, after what I witnessed, there was no going back. Some red flags were impossible to ignore.
The song concluded and the music stopped. I clenched my fists, feeling oddly suffocated. I heard Miles sigh and move around.
God… I’d have to talk to him eventually, right? Better late than never. Maybe it could ease some of the awkwardness between us.
I turned into the room. I immediately froze when Miles looked at me. He had moved to a couch and was clearly getting comfortable. He stared at me expectantly, clasping his hands together.
I took another step into the room. “You were never a beginner when we met, huh?”
A sly smile stretched across his dimpled features. “I couldn’t help it, I wanted more of a reason to hang out with you.”
A blush rose to my face and I cast my gaze away. I had no idea how to respond to the revelation. It was flattering, but… what exactly did that indicate? Did Miles think of me as more than a friend, and for how long? I came here to get answers, but more and more questions arose with each passing hour.
“Don’t sweat it. I really enjoyed ‘learning’ it,” he continued. “It was fun just being with you.”
“Yeah… but you didn’t need to lie. There wasn’t a reason to. There were other things we could’ve done,” I reasoned, playing with my sleeve.
Miles tilted his head back. “I didn’t want to come off too strong. You’re not mad about it, are you? There’s no reason you should be. It’s a compliment.”
Had Miles always been this confident and arrogant? “Well, it’s just, now I don’t know about what other things you’ve lied about. I mean, for all I know, you could play the electric guitar, or you aren’t actually allergic to pineapple—“
“I am actually allergic to pineapples,” he interrupted, “but I can play the electric guitar. Again, I just didn’t want to seem arrogant. It’s not that big of a deal, right?”
Oh, man. I clearly wasn’t going to win. I knew I was right, but clearly, he didn’t think he was wrong, and I knew better than to senselessly argue. More questions threatened to slide off my tongue, but I refrained. I didn’t want to know about his violent tendencies. I wanted to make my stay durable without worrying about my safety.
“Okay,” I conceded, biting my tongue.
“Okay?” he repeated, quirking a brow.
“Yeah, uh, whatever. I… actually don’t know how to get back to my room. Do you think you could show me the way?”
He jumped to his feet instantly, excitement washing over him. “Of course! Let’s go,” he answered eagerly.
He went to grab my hand, but I dodged. He reluctantly let me trail behind him as he led me to my room. When we arrived, I was quick to enter, only muttering a quick ‘thank you.’ I didn’t give him much of a chance to start a conversation.
The rest of the evening, I took a relaxing bath. I brushed my teeth. And finally, I changed into my pajamas and hopped into bed.
For a while, I just laid there. It was funny, trying to sleep in a new room. My eyes kept playing tricks on me and the shadows danced creepily. The overwhelming stress prevented me from, you know, sleeping, so I eventually decided to flip onto my side and flip on my lamp.
It actually helped. I laid on my side, cuddling the warm blankets. My mind finally stopped racing and I sunk further into the mattress. I was so, so close to slipping off into dream land…
A slight breeze brushed against my cheek. It was so subtle, but so defined. It was only when I adjusted my head that I realized that something solid was stroking me.
I let out a gasp and threw myself back, swatting at my cheek. I figured it was a bug, but what I came face to face with was far more frightening. At the foot of my bed, Miles stood, adorning the expression of someone who’s been caught. His hair was messy and body language incredibly tense.
“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed, justifiably upset.
Miles held up his hands defensively. “Your light was on. I thought you were still awake.”
“I clearly wasn’t!” I retorted, sitting up. I sent him the most ferocious glare I could muster, my heart beating out of proportion.
“I know, I know!” he defended further. “But there was an ant on you, I was just trying to get it off.”
I rolled my eyes. “Uh huh. Yeah, sure there was, Miles. Real smooth, creep.”
Miles bit his lip, sitting down on the bed uninvited. He fiddled with his fingers bashfully. “I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. You’ve been on edge ever since you got here.”
I pulled my knees to my chest, no letting my guard down. “Maybe because you’re a violent liar, Miles. You scare me. Like, what the hell were you just doing? That’s creepy!”
Miles immediately veered toward me. “I was just protecting you! Those guys were just as violent —!”
“You almost killed him, Miles! That’s not protecting me. Besides, I didn’t need protecting!”
He went quiet. “…I didn’t mean to.”
“Yeah, exactly. And that’s what scares me the most.”
Silence fell over us. I was on the verge of literally kicking him off the bed, but I didn’t want to test the water. Miles didn’t have much of a filter, and I didn’t want to end up half-dead. My anger was quickly dissipating into pure terror, wondering when the boy was going to blow up in my face.
He suddenly stood up and turned to me. “Please don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded. “Just… think it over. Tomorrow, I want to teach you how to ride a horse. With Flora. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
I quirked a brow. “…Uh huh. Right. Fine, I will, but only because I’ll be hanging out with Flora. Don’t get the wrong idea.”
Miles’ face broke into a large grin. “Thank you!”
Before I could react, he pounced on the bed. His lips were rapidly approaching mine, but I turned my head in the nick of time, forcing him to plant his lips on my cheek. He pulled away just as quickly, an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks.
“Good night!” he exclaimed.
Before I could yell at him to get out of my room, he dashed out, leaving me the most pissed off I’ve ever been.
It was safe to say I’d be sleeping with one eye open at night.
