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Can you hear me? (Dark! Spain x reader) 3

Wordcount: 2,363 The reader is referred to as she/her.

"... Hola." The husky voice whispered. You froze in your seat at the familiar sound that you had been dreading to hear. And just like that, the illusion that your brain made where he didn't exist just disappeared. The overhead light that illuminated the interior of your car dimmed to darkness as the icy hands of fear grabbed a hold of your racing heart. "Me extrañaste?" The man muttered these words to you in a low, sultry voice that only made your hair stand on end. Despite not understanding what he was saying, you shook your head and just murmured one thing. "No. No. No. Whatever you just said, no." You exasperated, starting the car to hear the engine roar and come to life. "Stop calling this number. I'm going to call the fucking police. I can't stand it anymore." 

The other merely chuckled at the threat, and at hearing those laughs, you furrowed your brows and hitched a breath. "What the fuck are you laughing at?" "Police? Oh, but I don't think you want to do that." The other responded with a heavy, Spanish accent. It was so prominent that you thought he was doing it on purpose. "He's not with you, is he?" Your hands were growing clammy and your blood ran cold. "Who?" Even though you asked that question, a sick, churning in your stomach warned you of a hunch. "Your boyfriend. Where is your boyfriend?" A loud gasp was heard and heat rushed up to your face. "He is alone, isn't he?" You refused to let him hear you break down over the phone. There was also no need for the conversation to continue to know exactly where this deranged man was, or planning to head to, so you hung up with your face distorted with fear. Usually, you would have steered clear of him at all costs, but you did not have the luxury to do so when Alfred was there with him. With a heart as pure as his, he probably would not have sensed his impending doom coming at all. He was probably just sitting on a high stool at the bar, slumped over the counter and dozing off waiting for you. It would not be difficult for just about anyone to sneak up behind and pull him to the back of the bar-- "Shit!" You screamed, revving up the engine to hear it roar to life. The wheels of your car screeched as you sped down the road shrouded in what looked like a black abyss of darkness. The potent glow of your headlights guided you through the night's lonely streets. Nothing but the sound of the wheels, the wind hitting your car and a continuous thumping in the back of your ears could be heard. Because it was already half-past ten, it was no wonder there were no people on the streets despite being in the shopping district. Not a single soul was found as you searched around frantically for the address you were given as if despair wanted to rub itself in your face with nobody around to help you. When the engine stopped humming and you pulled up in a parking spot just opposite, your phone started to hum and you shot your hand out to pick it up. If you and Alfred were safe at home, you would have declined the call. But you had no choice. "Antonio. Don't hurt him, please." Those were the first words that left your mouth when the call connected. Your voice was shaking. It was only persuasion that could save both of your skins, for he was at leisure to do absolutely anything his twisted mind desired. He could have been anywhere. He could be sitting right next to Alfred at this moment. He could even be outside, watching you plead for mercy into your phone. "Please, I beg of you! He hasn't done anything wrong, he doesn't deserve this!" And he just hummed. He hummed like he himself was not doing anything wrong. "And I beg to differ, mi amor. But since you said please, I won't lay a finger on him-" You let go of the breath you didn't know you had been holding. But you really shouldn't have. "-only if you do as I say." You hid your face with your free hand and let it slide down to your mouth to muffle a few whimpers. Nobody could help you, not the police, not even Alfred who knew of this psychopath of a stalker. So you obliged, but reluctantly to say the least. "... Fine... But how will I know you're not lying? I don't trust you!" "Oh, but you have to trust me, yes?" He responded, unable to bite back a wide smile that came off as anything but friendly. "You have no choice! But I will make sure he gets back home safe, all you have to do is listen to me." "..." He took your silence as a yes, so he went on to instruct you to carry out his plan. And this sick scheme of his was foolproof in his eyes- with careful thinking, impeccable execution and the life of your loved one at stake, success was practically guaranteed. Once he decided that phone calls were simply not enough, he came up with the perfect plot to play you right into his hands. "Text him that you are unable to pick him up. Tell him that you forgot that Arthur had borrowed your car because his broke down. And then say..." Your eyes went round at the mention of Arthur's name. How did he even know he had picked up Peter from your house? More importantly, what else did he know about you and the people in your life? The only plausible explanation was that he was actually a close friend of yours, well not anymore. Either that, or he had been overhearing your conversations and spying on you for the past few weeks. You prayed it was the latter option because it would have been impossible to narrow your suspects down to one person. You knew all your friends for ages, most of them at least, and you loved every single one of them. "... You're still too afraid to even leave the door at night." It was painful how much truth the last statement held. During the time when those calls ceased, you were still paranoid about going out at night alone. "... Okay. And you won't do anything to him when he gets home, right?" You asked in a feeble voice. "I promise." He muttered. "And you'll know if he gets home safe. You can call him, can't you? Now. Before you hang up on me and do that, I want you to do something for me as well." You bit your lip and waited for that sultry voice of his to spell out how you were going to die. He could tell you to do anything at this point. The clever bastard had you wrapped around his thumb by threatening you with Alfred. No matter what it was going to be, you were probably not going to see the light of day again. "When Alfred gets to his own house, I want you to go home." Huh? Confusion flashed onto your face and you knitted your brows together. It was a little less terrifying than you expected, and it sounded too good to be true that you needed to question his motives. "... But why? Aren't you going to like, murder me in an empty alleyway or something? Not that I want you to! Please don't-" A sigh under a grungy filter was heard. "No, why would I ever do that? Didn't I already tell you how much I-" He thinned his lips. "You know what, no more questions. Just do as I say and Alfred will be untouched." He hung up after that, suggesting that there was nothing else for you to do but everything he just told you to. Your lips had separated agape to throw a few more questions his way, but alas, he was gone. But the same minute he ended the call, you sprung into action and texted Alfred to get the hell home. Your thumbs worked quickly against the keyboard, and no matter how much the blonde complained, you continued to persuade him. Eventually, he agreed and arrived home safely. And how did you know that? You did text him to check if he did make it to his house in one piece. As you started up your car, your eyes flickered over to the blinding white light of a seven eleven just opposite. The contrast in lighting immediately grabbed your attention, and for good reason too. Although you needed to squint a little to recognize the hooded figure standing outside the convenience store, you matched a name with his appearance. A few of his dark brown locks curled out from his hoodie, and his facial features including those green eyes grew clearer as you ran up to him. He had his phone pressed up to his ear like he was in a call, but the second before you jumped onto him, he hung up and lowered it. "Tony!" You screamed, leaping up to wrap your arms around his neck. Unfortunately for you, it was hard to keep a hold of such a high place when you were vertically challenged compared to him. He let out a startled scream and fumbled with his phone. Spinning around with wide eyes, he blinked furiously before he offered you a dazzling smile. "(F/N)! Coincidence seeing you here!" He started with a few laughs. "Are you here to pick up Alfred? I just left the bar from getting something I forgot..." Those laughs silenced when he finally saw the face you were making. It was pure horror. "... (F/N)? Are you alright?" He asked softly with a frown downturning his lips. You shook your head furiously and held onto his jacket, digging your fingers into the fabric to secure him there. "I'm sorry for bothering you. But... Could you accompany me home?" You whispered. Your grip on him did not loosen. Breathing shallow and eyes glazed with a layer of tears, he immediately assumed something terrible had happened that night. He did not ask many questions and only grabbed your hand to lead you away. Pulling you over to your car, he sat you in the passenger seat and buckled you in before he went over to the other side and sat behind the wheel. "You don't have to tell me everything if you don't want to, but I'm always here if you need someone to listen." He began to make his way to your house, driving you back in the car you owned. "Do you need to call the police? Medical attention?" "... No. I just... Wanted to see a friendly face." You whispered, staring out the window. It was not a very satisfactory answer, but the less he knew, the safer he was. "I was harassed by a few guys, but I'm not hurt or anything." He opened his mouth to say something else, but you just cut him off by giving him directions. Strange thing was, he did not even need your help finding your neighborhood. But you never bothered to mention it, not that you even noticed it. When he pulled up in your driveway, he opened your door for you and helped you out. As he turned to leave, you grabbed onto his sleeve to stop him from even stepping off your property. "Wait!" He turned around to face you with an inquisitive look. "I know this might sound weird, but... Could you maybe come inside? I'm still a little paranoid." A little paranoid was an understatement. The last time you were home, he had managed to get inside. He even entered your room. Your bed. And the phone call you just had with him just confirmed he was waiting inside for you, so were you just going to let this opportunity of having a friend by your side slip away? The man appeared to be a little hesitant, but when he remembered the reason why he was here, he nodded and trailed after you. Even that was not enough, so you reached out for his hand to pull him up the small flight of stairs to your front door. "Woah, hey! I'm not leaving any time soon, so you can calm down!" He exclaimed, slipping out of his shoes as you jabbed your key into the door. You did the same, except you kicked your shoes off and stormed into your house without sparing them a second look. You threw all of your things onto the couch, only to hear your purse roll off to hit the ground in a thud. "... I just had a feeling someone followed me back home." You finally said, flicking on the lights in all the rooms in your abode as you checked for any intruders. Peering in every room and every possible place that was large enough to conceal a fully grown male, you felt your heart finally calm when you were given fruitless results. The only place under this roof you had not checked yet was the bedroom now. You were subconsciously saving it for last, because you thought it was where he would most likely show up again. So once you explored the second floor, you pulled him into your bedroom expecting to see a creep waiting for you in the corner. But alas, there was nobody. A small hum rumbled from your throat as you walked in, glancing around to inspect the place. You checked under the bed, in the closet, and even in the bin... Just to be sure. And yet, there was no sign of anyone here. "... Hm... That's weird..." You mumbled under your breath, placing your hands on your hips. "Oh! I haven't checked the garden!" You twisted around to walk out the door, but the man there with you had shut it with a click-- the sound of your lock.

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