(Y/N)'s POV:

I ran rummaging around in my pocket  feeling for my phone, I punched in my mom's number...
I paced backwards and forwards, the dial tone bringing me immense amounts of stress and anxiety. Pick up ,pick up,pick up. The words spun around my head causing me to pick up my pace.

"Oh hey (Y/N) what's up?"

The voice from the other end of the phone didn't belong to my mom.
My mom didn't sound like a 23 year old, mentally ill, incel.

"Kurt where the fuck is my mom?", I yelled heading in the direction of my apartment.

"Yeahhh she's good, she's good (Y/N)"

"Kurt I'm not fucking around with you right now! Answer the damn question!", I screamed holding back tears.

"She's good (Y/N), chill! She's good ok? S'all good!", Kurt replied in a stupidly cheerful voice.

"Yknow (Y/N), you should be thanking me...unless you lied."

"Lied about what Kurt", I asked slowly.

"About how bad your mother was, she seemed pretty devoted to you in her final moments. Screaming your name, constantly apologizing, clinging to your concert tickets..."
Kurt laughed briefly, "I'm just kidding (Y/N), you'd never lie to me after all we've been through together. I just wanted to repay you for not making me look like a loser in front of my dad, that was super cool! I really appreciate it. Your mom seemed to seriously be holding you back (Y/N)...people like that don't deserve to exist. Hang on, it seems she's woken up."

I closed the phone immediately, stabbing my keys into the hole, I dashed up to my apartment, skipping the majority of the stairs, kicking my shoes off in the process.

The front door was partly ajar, a wave of eerie silence hung in the air. I held my keys out, hoping that they'd count as the equivalent to a knife. I slowly made my way to the door, slipping through the crack. I spun around to face the other side of the door. No one was there...
I scanned the room, the groceries where still laid out on the table, the wine stain was still covering the carpet, everything was as I'd left it.
The bedroom door was wide open, the windows were to. There was no way Kurt had escaped out the window, i lived on the top floor. What was I thinking, climbing down a building was child's play for Kurt, he'd murdered my best friend and kidnapped my mother. I quietly began walking to the bedroom, the curtains blowing wildly, my footsteps were drowned out by the continuous thud of my heart beat. I stopped halfway by the door, checking my room for any signs of damage, everything seemed to be in place. At once everything slowed down, I watched helplessly as the door slammed into me, my vision was blinded by the blood instantly running down my face. I fell to the floor, watching Kurt emerge from behind it with a knife gripped tightly in his hands along with his phone, livestreaming.

(Timeskip)

(Kurt's POV)

I turned the radio down off the stolen car, daring to not wake (Y/N), "for a minute then I thought I'd have to kill you!", I laughed looking back at (Y/N), bloody and unconscious. No reply.
"You know I'm not exactly glad I tried to kill your mom she was no fun! my viewers didn't think she was to fun either. She wasn't exactly a milf...whatever that means. Turns out the tickets she got weren't even for your show, they were for some Jessie Adams lady. She's got a pretty big following, not as big as yours though, my viewers know her though so killing her is definitely going to make a major boom in my numbers", I said excitedly making some wild hand gestures towards the camera.

"I'd never have hurt you (Y/N) and I know you'd have never turned me into the police, well at least I thought that until I went through your Instagram and found pictures of you with some familiar looking girl...Brittany I think her name was So yeahhh sorry about that. If I'd known about you before (Y/N) I'd never have hurt her or you, i didn't think anything could've ever stopped me from killing until I met you. I mean my viewers are obsessed with you, they love you ,apparently your fit, whatever that means...I love you too (Y/N)."

I pulled up a few blocks away from 'the Jessie Adams show', if I was to go through with my plan (Y/N) couldn't be in the back seat. I carried her out and into the boot, taking care to shut it quietly. Thankfully, she was still unconscious and entirely unaware of what I'd just said.

I stood at the back of the show, trying not to fall asleep at the unrelatable and unfunny jokes this Jessie Adams lady was going on about. My viewers seemed to enjoy them, I checked my watch...ten minutes left. Eventually, after what felt like an hour the show ended. I followed Jessie out of the building, watching as she reached her phone, intensely staring at her whilst she selected her spree driver. The notification arrived on my phone almost instantly, running to my car. I jumped in, forgetting about (Y/N), stepping aggressively on the pedal.

I slowed down at the sight of Jessie, beeping my horn at her to signal my arrival. She seemed to be in a hurry ,who knows why, I began driving sneaking glances at her every few seconds. I readjusted one of the cameras, I had already passed 500k viewers. Each one of them desperately awaiting Jessie's miserable fate.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I laid silently, listening into the light conversation between Kurt and some passenger. I'd been conscious the entire time, at first I'd been scared to death...holding my breath for endless minutes. Until I heard Kurt, the sincerity in his voice had calmed my anxieties despite the context of his words so much had happened in the span of two days, Kurt had been there for me through everything. No matter how fucked up he was I couldn't help but sympathise. Everyone had their highs and lows, mine were mainly caused by social media...Kurt's seemed to be to be too. During some of my hardest times I'd been involved with some crazy addiction's, I'd got into accidents that just might've been one of the many reasons that my relationship with my mom isn't the best. Before I could fully complete whatever this deep and meaningful thought process was the car took an incredibly sharp swerve, I slammed into the side of the boot, the tape around my wrists ripping on some sharp object.
A drill?

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