(Y/N)'s POV

Tonight wasn't a good night. My boyfriend Brock and I got in to a bad fight, nothing like we've had for a long time. I stormed out the house earlier in rage, not looking back as Brock called out my name, begging to come back. Long story short, we were already in bed trying to sleep. Well I was asleep, but the light from his phone woke me up. I was wondering who it was so I asked but he kept backing away. Turns out it was this girl who used to hit him up, Lauren. Hey, he should know me by now that if I don't like someone, my boyfriend should stay away from that person. I'm clearly not the only girlfriend who thinks this way.

I was at a club in town drinking away my sorrows. I was thinking of sleeping over Jonathan's house because I really did not want to go back home tonight.

*bzzz bzzz*

Ugh oh yea, my phone kept going off the whole time I've been here and on my way here. I never bothered to look at it because I already knew it was Brock. After ten minutes of its annoying ass vibration, I turned it off, took one more shot and headed out to the dance floor.

Brock's POV

"C'mon c'mon c'mon... (Y/N)... pick up!"
"Your call has been fo-" At this point, I threw my phone to the floor in fury. My hands shaking as the footsteps got closer to our bedroom. Soon after, our door was broken down. I peeked through the crack of the folding closet I was hiding in, holding my breath. I watch that monster who tore our relationship apart. Who am I kidding.. I let her tear us apart.

"(Y/N)~ Come out, come out wherever you are~" Lauren cooed. Why was she searching for (Y/N)? I thought she was here because of me?!

I picked up my phone one more time, turned down the brightness, and sent a message to the group chat of our friends. "idc who reads this, just pls get to my house asap! don't ask questions!!!" I sent it and before I was able to put my phone away, the closet doors were opened.

"Brocky poo~! Where's (Y/N)? I thought she'd be here.." She said with one arm behind her back. God I do not want to know what she's holding. I stayed silent.. because I don't even know where she is. Because it's all my fault.

"I-I don't know where she is.. she left."

"That's a real shame, Brock." She then wrapped her hands around my neck. "I told you she wasn't the one." She said and planted a kiss on me. "It's ok Brock, I'm here." She said and quickly placed the knife that was behind her next to my neck applying slight pressure. "But if you EVER try to leave again, I'll cut your fucking legs off and feed them to that mangy dog of yours. I'll make sure you won't run away again. You understand?" She stared deep into my brown eyes. I felt my soul getting pierced the longer I stared back.

"Yes.. Lauren."

(Y/N)'s POV

"WOOO!!!" My vision blurred with flashing lights, sweat dripping down my head. I was dancing off the pain away from tonight's fight. The alcohol got to my head, losing my control as I danced the night away on the floor with two handsome strangers I met tonight, Mark and Felix.

"(Y/N)!!" Someone called out and pulled me out the dance floor. My vision was too blurry to recognize the face that pulled me. "(Y/N) are you out of your fucking mind?! You have Brock!" I think I recognized that voice.. I just can't put my finger on it.

"I'm sorry but wh-who are you?" I slurred. The man pulled me away from the dance floor and we were now out of the club. "Hey I don't know who y-you think you are-"

"I'm your fucking best friend, Jonathan of course! Why aren't you at home?! Didn't you get Brock's message?!?"

"Fuck Brock. He can have that psychotic cunt, Lauren since he always wants to talk her-" He interrupted me and pulled me into his car. "Hey! I didn't agree on coming home with you!"

"I'm not taking you with me, I'm taking you back home! Brian is trying to take care of the situation."

"What situation?"

"Oh my god. Lauren's at your house with Brock-"

"Oh so you're taking me home to make me watch some crazy bitch bang my boyfriend? Some kind of best friend you are."

"No! Brock is being held hostage! I'm kinda glad you weren't at home though.. she was going to kill you!" What..? I took out my phone and turned it on. 31 unread text messages. 15 missed calls. 5 voicemails. Mainly from Brock. Few from Jonathan towards the end. When I heard the voicemails, I felt my heart shatter. His innocent voice that I fell in love with was whimpering in terror. Tears started forming in my eyes as I let one escape, rolling down my face. My poor cinnamon bun... I've never heard him so scared.

Time skip

Jon finally got to my house and I ran in. "(Y/N) wait!" I ignored Jon and ran into the house, only to regret what I saw at the end of my staircase. Brian's neck twisted and a stab wound right in heart. I dropped down in horror sobbing. Why did I leave him?!

Jon quickly followed and saw the horror of his best friend dead next to his feet as well. "(Y-Y/N) c'mon we need Bro-"

"BRIAN'S DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DE-" Jon quickly covered my mouth.

"I know he's dead! But stop yelling! We're gonna be joining him in a few seconds if you don't shut the fuck up!" Jon whispering in my ear furiously. I nodded and he wiped my tears.

As we were pushing Brian's corpse to the side as quiet and gentle as possible, we were interrupted by an insane, maniacal female laugh. Jon and I froze, the laugh made the hairs of my arms stand as it sent chills down my body. "(Y/N)~ There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

"Don't you dare fucking hur-" Jon blocked Lauren's path to me, then quickly met Lauren's knife. I watched him fall in front of me and my urge to not scream got the best of me.

"JONATHAN!" She continued to laugh as I ran to his body. I held him close to me, just hoping he'd be ok.. even though he clearly wasn't.

I looked back up and met her evil gaze. There was blood splattered on her face and chest. "You better tell me right now where my fucking boyfriend is you evil cunt!" I growled holding her by the collar of her shirt.

"Right this way since you asked so nicely."

She led me to our bedroom, then there was Brock, gagged and tied to the bed. She stood on the opposite side of the bed away from me, holding the knife next to his neck. Brock muffled in pain. "Come any closer and I'll end your precious boyfriend's life." Tears ran down my face, I was on the ground sobbing, knowing I couldn't do anything.

"Please.. just give me my boyfriend back..." Her evil grew bigger as she bent down and started kissing him in front of me.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKING BI-" Out of impulse, I got up and ran ready to attack her. She cut deep into Brock's throat. I watched the blood spew and ooze out, as my boyfriend's eyes rolled to the back of his head. All I heard after that was her insane laughter.

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"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Babe wake up!" Brock said shaking me. My tired eyes shot open and there was Brock holding me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him like I thought he was going to leave.

"I thought I lost you for good.."

"It was just a bad dream babe. I'm not leaving, ever." He said as he ran his fingers through my hair.

We laid back down in bed, never letting go of each other.

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Yea so this dream was first before the other one I just posted. Again, this was suppose to be about Evan but I have too much of him lmao. Btw I have nothing against Lauren, I don't even know how she looks like! Lol but she makes that adorable and awkward goofball happy, that's good enough for me. Anyways,  Peace out everybody! Goodbye~