11 - part 2

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I don't typically use warnings cause I mean it's a yandere story so mentions of gore,death,kidnapping etc is y'know a given.but this chapter is different.
It mentions things like sexual assault, victim blaming,
I would also like to note that this takes place on the same day/ night of the last part!





Rosalind pov

I wasn't a stalker by any means.
I'm a bit weird yes..
I just want to keep people safe as my father once did.

I let out a sigh as I walked down the street towards my apartment.

A few minutes later and I'm unlocking the door to my apartment. I'm greeted by my dog, Apple.

I crouch down to take off my shoes then Apple takes that as a chance to tackle me with kisses.

The name Apple may be.. uh not heard of for a dog.But the name is special something my dad used to call me before his disappearance.

I let out a giggle as I stand up placing my shoes on the shoe rack. I make my way to the living room dropping off my school bag. I then make my way to the kitchen to get a snack.

My father was a detective, a great one at that.He solved more crimes than I could count. He had been on the force for years even before I was born. My mom left my dad and I in the hospital after she recovered from having me.

It was just me and my dad from then on.

Apple is following behind me no matter where I go. So with the few snacks I grabbed I walked to the living room to put on a quick movie.

Even with all his work he had being a detective he still made time for me. It didn't what or when he was there for me.
I've always wanted to be like my dad.
When my dad would sometimes take me to the office with him everyone would say "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

My dad then decided that apple would be my nickname weird huh.
But I loved it.

It wasn't long before the movie was over. I took the time when the credits were playing to clean up some. I then decided to get started on the work Mrs Simmons had given out. She had given me extra time as I explained to her that I didn't have anyone at home so everything was up to me.She was sweet about it giving me an extra week.

What a sweet teacher.

I would do my best to be good but I was a curious kid. Just like my dad,there were times when I had a feeling.
The feeling usually felt like a terrible sense of dread. Sometimes it the feeling was good like the happiest I could've felt in my entire life.

I told my dad about it and he said that he had the same too. It's called intuition.
I'm not the only person to have this it's not a super power but to little me it felt like one.

I'd use this 'superpower' to help out anyone with anything.

I let out a small yawn, looking over at the time it's only 7. I still have time to do so much stuff. To be extra productive(seeing as I don't fall asleep till 1).

So to be productive! I will binge watch a show!

It wasn't till I was older till my intuition effected people.
I could sense the evil or the rare good of someone.
It wasn't as black and white as that as not everyone is entirely good or bad.
But the most vile disgusting people gave me that terrible feeling. Sometime it was so bad that I would get nauseous and puke.

"No! Veronica! How dare they kill you off!" I yelled at the tv.
I look down at my lap to see Apple still cuddle into me. A genuine smile appeared across my face.
"Aww you're so cute Apple!"

I had only felt it that bad once before. It was around a killer. He was the worst, it had been at a grocery store. I was waiting outside for my dad he told me to stay with the bags while he goes to get the car.

He approached me I was only around 12 at the time. The guy must've been in his late 20s, he was cute 12 year old me had thought so.

I hadn't even realized that he was coming my way till he stopped in front of me and the sense of dread hit me so hard.

I couldn't even think my head spun, the words coming out of his mouth was nothing but a blur. A mixture of jumbled words.
His hands reach out to catch me as I believe I had fallen to the floor.

I remember vividly of the harsh way I had told him to not touch me.
"Don't you fucking dare touch me."
I still remember the audible gasp that sounded out of not only him but others around who had heard.
My father had arrived and once he had seen the man looking frantic while me on the floor.He immediately tackled the man.
I passed out after.

"Oof, I'm beat." I say to no one but myself.
I check the time and it's close to 10 but I'm exhausted.
Which doesn't make much sense as I had just had a cup of soda and barely got through the first season of the show I had been watching.
"Hey Apple let's head to bed."I say lightly patting him so he would he get the hint to get up.
He got up and followed me to my room.

I later found out that guy was known for being a serial killer,kidnapper and rapist.

I wasn't shocked. My intuition has saved me. Who knows what he would've done to me.

That was only one of two times I've felt my intuition that bad.

The second was when I met Nolan Evans.

We had the same science class together in middle school.
He was a quiet kid, good target for bullying.
There was always something that put me off of him. I had never been close enough to exactly feel the terrible sense of dread. My intuition should have higher rang haha.

We had been forced to partner up after my partner had gone missing. Her parents were nice and kind. But many believed it was a run away case so they didn't exactly care.

The second he got closer than 6 feet to me I felt it again.
This time was worse. Far worse.
My head spun I could feel my knees go weak.

My vision blurred this time. But I could still see that he reach out to catch me. After my whole body shook and I passed out.

I was apparently in a coma for about a week. I told my dad about what happened but he just said "Nolan? No, the doctors say it must've been a terrible reaction to the science experiment going on."
I took that as fact.
I ignored my intuition. I still felt it everyday.
Every time he was near.

I approached my room door that I left closed this morning?
No.
My head ached, I felt it all.
He was here..

NO.

This is my end isn't it?

I slowly backed away from the door careful not to make a sound. I slowly turned only to see..

Him.

I was expecting him to be in ominous clothing with a knife maybe or some sort of weapon.

But he stood there in his school clothing. Empty handed?

Boom

My head hurt bad.
He wasn't empty handed.
"Nolan don't. Don't do this."I pleaded.
He scoffed, his face was smug.

It was honestly a look I never seen him have. He kept his façade up good.

"Nolan don't. Don't do this." He mocked me
Neither of us moved.
I hadn't heard Apple.

"What did you do to my dog?" I questioned as nice as I could. I had no weapons , he had the upper hand.

"Don't worry bitch the ugly mutt is sleeping. I gave it sleeping pills. I'm not a monster I wouldn't kill a fucking dog."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Wh-"
"That was your only question whore."He said as he grabbed me and sat me on my couch.

"What..?" I was confused though my head still aches my intuition helped me none right now.

He pulls out a knife from his pocket," Now now now. Your deal with trying to frame me for something that i didn't do is pissing me off."He speaks as takes the knife over my arm.

I try not move.

He laughs, "where's all that braveness from earlier? When you confronted me thinking you were doing something. I'm a taken man y'know. Me and Y/n." He continues to play into a fantasy that he and Mrs Simmons are a thing.

"I'm special to her. Just as she is to me." He add more pressure as he puts the knife on my thigh.

"Just like your shitty father was to you."He says looking at me.

"My father isn't shitty you delusional fuck."

"Mhm but he is, he left here alone. Where is he? I'm sure he's off going after some teenager."

That's not true! My dad didn't!

"Aww are you gonna cry? It's your fault truly." He smirks his disgusting condescending words as the tears welled up in my eyes pour over.

" I hope you know what your disgusting vile of a father did my precious Y/n. You're lucky I don't kill you right now."

"M-my dad he di-didn't-"

His face turns bright red with anger, " but he did! He's a fucking loser who's hopefully rotting in hell." He says as he takes the knife and cuts a long stripe down my arm. His hand over my mouth so I don't scream.Blood pools out from my arms as I'm sure he's hit a vein.

There's black spots, my arms hurt too much. I can't take this.

He lets me sit there, I know I'm going to die.

"But you're not. I won't let you die so easily! I need to get payback using you and death isn't enough."

I pass out before another word is said.











A/n; I always update at the worst hours πŸ’€πŸ’€ anyway sorry for not updating for a month. This part may have been confusing so if you have a question just ask BUT I CANT ANSWER EVERYTHING SO I WONTΒ  SPOIL WHATS COMING









Not edited btw


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