TABBY

Your breathing was deep, and almost wheezy. You knees wobbled under your slouched upper body pressure. One bruised and cut hand gripped onto the wall as your other hand tightly held a gun, so hard that the knuckles turned white.

"Oh, Y/N, Why don't you stay a little longerr, put down the gun" Fiddle sung sweetly, trying to slowly inch his way closer.

"stay the fuck away from me, your obsessive weirdo" you hissed back, slightly stepping back.

He frowned playfully, rubbing the blood off of his cheek. "You have to understand they were in the way"

You spat out a bitter laughter, shaking your head in mer shock.

"You fucking kidding me, right?" You asked, lifting the gun, warning Fiddle to not step closer.

"Why would I be joking love? You know, that you're mine." Fiddle cooed happily, stopping in his tracks.

"Don't you dare call me love, and say that I'm yours." You snapped back. "The cops are on their way, psycho" You added, glaring deeply at the man you once thought was your friend.

His eyes twitched, but only for a spilt seconded at the mention of cops. "You...you called the cops on me?"

"YES." You screamed back, stomping one foot.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT? YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS, FIDDLE"

Fiddle just watched with a deep frown, crossing his arms.

"Don't scream sweetie, everyone in the street might hear. You should drop the gun, tell the police off and we can.. chat about this." Fiddle smiled, trying to reach for you- or the gun.

"Don't you dare put your fingers on me" You instantly replied, keeping the gun a steady target on his forehead.

You both stood there for awhile, before the distant almost reliving sounds of the cop's sirens over the hill, for a spilt second you saw Fiddle's expression deepen in a bitter rage before contorting back to a sweet smile.