The Whispers of a Yandere - Chapter 42, Weak!

Sora’s heart pounded against his chest as the car door swung open, the person coming out being none other than his Uncle. Kenji’s face had an evil smirk plastered, his eyes glinting with malice.

“I knew you’d be here,” His Uncle sneered, slowly approaching with an air of arrogance surrounding him.

Sora wanted to run away, but his breath hitched. His body froze in place as if rooted to the ground. His mind raced, but his thoughts were clouded by the memories of the things his Uncle had done to him.

The sharp sting of a slap, the muffled cries, the feeling of being small and powerless —they all came rushing back in a wave of terror.

He could feel his forehead dampen in sweat, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. Every instinct screamed for him to run, to get away! But alas, his legs refused to budge.

The fear that hit him was paralysing, the same fear that had gone away after Ayame seemingly returned to his life.

Sora’s eyes started darting around, desperately searching for Ayame, but she was nowhere in sight. He felt his throat tighten as if the air itself was strangling him.

Kenji’s voice cut through the haze, “What? Cat got your tongue?” The taunt was laced with the same venom that had broken him throughout his childhood.

“You’re really an ungrateful brat. After your shitty parents died, who took you in?”

Sora’s mouth slightly opened, as if wanting to respond. But the words stuck in his throat. He could only stare in horror as Kenji approached.

Kenji’s sadistic smile widened as he saw the clear terror in Sora’s eyes, “That’s right, I did. Even though I had planned to throw you away after you turned into an adult and write off all your parents’ property in my name. The fact of the matter is, you owe me everything.”

As the cruel words echoed in Sora’s mind, Kenji’s hand shot out, grabbing Sora’s neck. He pinned him against a wall.

“Look at you,” he hissed, his fingers digging against Sora’s skin, “Pathetic. Weak. Unlovable. Everything you are—It’s because of me.” He sneered. The venom in Kenji’s voice seeping deep into Sora’s mind.

Sora’s vision blurred as tears welled up in his eyes. But no! He couldn’t cry! Ayame’s voice echoed in his mind, a soft yet firm reminder of the strength he had found in her presence. He bit down on his lip, trying to suppress the tears, refusing to give Kenji the satisfaction of seeing him break.

But the pressure on his neck, the twisted words, the fear—they were too much. The grip around his neck felt weirdly familiar…. A flash of pain, the emotions he felt currently… Everything felt similar to something… That day.

His heart pounded loudly in his ears as memories clawed their way to the surface. The suffocating grip, the darkness that followed, the loss—it was all rushing back. Sora’s mind struggled to make sense of it, but the overwhelming fear, the sense of déjà vu, was suffocating.

Suddenly, Sora felt the grip around his neck loosen as his body fell to the ground, gasping for air. Even though his vision was blurry, he still forced himself to look around. He saw shapes and shadows of black moving swiftly, and then sudden chaos.

His Uncle was tackled to the ground by several figures, seemingly dressed in black. Sora couldn’t make out their faces or attire fully, but the sheer force of their actions made it certain they were there to stop Kenji.

“Sora-kun!” A familiar voice echoed through the air reaching his ears.

“A-yame..?” Barely audible, Sora whispered. He tried to focus on the figure approaching him. Relief washed over him at the sound of her voice, but before he could say anything more, his strength gave out.

The rusty memories, the overwhelming fear—it all became too much. His mind went numb as darkness swallowed him whole as he passed out, collapsing onto the cold ground.

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Ayame rushed out of the school, her heart racing as she reached the gate. She had gone to use the bathroom for some time, but it took longer than anticipated. As she was washing her hands, her phone vibrated with a notification—Sora’s heart rate was spiking.

Ayame’s blood ran cold. Without wasting a second, she bolted out as fast as possible. Her thoughts racing as fast as her feet. By the time she reached the gate, her worst fears were realized.

Sora was on the ground, gasping for air. His Uncle was tackled to the ground by the newly appointed bodyguards for Sora. A mixture of fear and fury surged through her. How could this happen? How could she be so careless?

“Sora-kun!” She called out, her voice thick with panic and concern.

Sora’s head darted at her, his eyes covered with tears and his neck with a visible handprint, “A-yame…?”

Before she could even hold him, she could sense something had finally broken inside him, something that went beyond the physical pain.

Sora’s body went limp onto the ground, his eyes closing as he went unconscious. Ayame quickly held onto him and hugged his limp body, “I am here, Sora-kun! I am here! Please answer!” She yelled, the pain audible in her voice.

She barely noticed the figures in black as they approached her, “We are s-”

“DON’T” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was laced with fury so bottomless that it made the figures stop in their tracks.

“Don’t you dare. How the fuck did that shit get close to him?” Her icy cold cut through their skin.

Her grip on Sora tightened as she glared at the bodyguards. Her eyes burned with an intense fire. The anger and guilt swirled in her heart into a deadly storm that she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.