Twisted Bound Fate // Michael Afton x Reader

Chapter 21

Up to no good

Once Michael returns home, I sigh, sitting in the front seat of my car.

I've had no sleep but yet, something is telling me that I need to stay and find out what William is doing.

I wait until a few cars begin to pull in and I watch as William exits one of the cars. He looks around before entering the pizzeria with a smug smile on his face.

I wait a few more minutes as guests begin to arrive, walking through the front door.

I decide to walk through the front too, despite the idea being stupid.

"Hello! Welcome to- you..."

I look up, making direct eye contact with William.

Shit. Why did I think this plan would be the best one? I'm so stupid! But instead of backing out, I use this element of surprise to my advantage.

"Hello William. Long time no see." I smirk, crossing my arms.

I see him clench his fists but he tries to remain calm in front of guests.

"Y/N what a lovely surprise. I must say, I didn't expect to see you back here." William says through gritted teeth.

"You know what? Neither did I. Especially after all the death threats you sent me and my family." I smirk, laughing a little bit to get on his nerves.

His right eye twitches slightly as he tries his hardest to remain calm.

"Death threats? I did nothing of the sort. But it's good that you're back. I'm sure you're just dying to be here." William smirks before walking away.

I watch as he leaves, wondering if confronting him would have been the best idea.

Without a moment to loose, I rush back to my car, driving back home.

I decide it's best to get a decent amount of sleep whilst I can but I soon find myself awake just 1 hour before my night shift starts.

As the time ticks by slowly, I get changed and grab everything I need. I also pack a crowbar into the back of my bag just in case I need it.

Once I'm ready, I begin my drive back towards the pizzeria.

Now that William knows I'm back, will he stop Michael from working the night shift? Hopefully not. That would mean that he could get to me without Michael's protection.

I pull up into the car park, stepping out of my car. I sling my backpack over my shoulder, walking into the building.

"Y/N wait up!"

I turn to see Michael rushing towards me. He tackles me in a warm hug which causes me to smile.

"Hey! What's got you in a rush?" I laugh, brushing a strand of loose hair from his eyes.

"Sorry. I just need to warn you." Michael starts, taking a deep breath.

"Why, what's the matter? Are you hurt? Tell me what's wrong Michael." I gently place my hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to reply.

He takes a deep breath to calm himself down before answering.

"My father said he was coming here tonight. He said he spoke to you earlier. Please tell me he's lying Y/N. He can't know you're here." Michael practically begs.

"He's right. I'm sorry. I spoke to him before I left this morning. Why is it so bad that he comes here? He can't do anything. The security footage will pick it up if he does." I fold my arms.

Michael frantically shakes his head.

"He will Y/N. He doesn't care if he's seen, he just wants you dead!" Michael shouts.

"Then if he wants me dead then let him come for me. I'll be ready."

"I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

Michael shouts but soon freezes when he realises what he just said.

"Shit. Y/N I'm so sorry." Michael looks down, walking straight past me.

"No it's okay. Please look at me Michael." I say, following him into the locker room.

He turns towards me slowly but he refuses to look at me. I gently place my hand on the side of his face with a soft smile.

"You don't have to apologise. Okay? We can talk about this later." I smile at him, trying to reassure him that he did nothing wrong.

"Okay..."

He gives me a slight smile, closing his locker.

"I'll meet you in the office." He says, walking out of the room.

Just as he leaves, I reach into my backpack, pulling out the metal crowbar, flipping it over in my hands.

I have a feeling this will be useful tonight.

Once I put away my bag, I walk towards the security office. But before I get there, I hear a faint laugh coming from the end of the corridor.

I whip my head around to see a figure standing ominously in the flickering light in the hallway.

"I told you I'd come."

William steps into the light with a wide smile of his face. In his right hand is a large knife.

He's a psychopath. Michael wasn't lying when he said his father went mad.

"I'm not afraid of you William. You're a sick bastard, you know that?" I face him, gripping my crowbar tightly.

"Oh I know. I enjoy hearing the sound of screaming. So I'm going to have fun making you scream Y/N." He smirks.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?