John Kramer imagines (book 2)

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"John died for us, Amanda. How could you honestly believe that I had anything to do with this?" I couldn't believe what she was accusing me of. She was convinced that I made John leave, that I was the reason he went missing and died. Everyone knew that John had cancer, it wasn't a secret. "You were in on it! And you made him go!" She shouted, as I shake my head. "He wouldn't of wanted this, Amanda. This isn't our way." I step back, she had a large kitchen knife in her hand. Shit. "You never appreciated this, y/n. What John did for you. For us. You just used him." I step back, towards the door as I felt someone stood behind me. I froze, I didn't know if I should of been more scared, until Amanda dropped the knife on the ground. I looked at her, shocked. I turn around, "John." I whispered, she ran out of the house, but he didn't follow her. "Sit down, y/n." He pulled a chair up, but I couldn't even speak. He had been gone for almost two years, no trace. The man I was in love with, he was still here. "No- no, you're not doing this to me again." I whispered, as he looked down at me. "Sit. Down." He pulled my shoulder, pushing me down into the chair, as I felt the tears hit my eyes. "What the fuck, John?" I look up at him, as he sighed deeply. He sat down beside me, as he turned my way. "What happened?" I was confused, what did he mean? "With what?" He looked at me, he was so close, but my chest was aching. "I thought you and Amanda were working together, not apart." I looked down, sadly.

"She blamed me for your disappearance." I mumbled, as he softly cupped my face. I looked up at him, as the tears fell down my face. "Look at me." I sighed deeply, watching his eyes. "Look at you. Your eyes full of tears. Quite enough of that." He wiped away my tears, as I held onto his hands. "I needed you and you left me." He ran his thumbs over my cheeks, "I've always been here. Right here." He placed his hand on my chest, I frowned. "This is fucking bullshit, Kramer. You walked out on me. On us. Don't you dare try and patronise me." I shoved him away from me, he growled. "I wouldn't try that if I was you." I glared, as he threw me to the ground, I roll myself on top of him, I grab his hands, pinning them to his sides as he smirked at me. "I'm all for new positions, darling. Just have to ask." I rolled my eyes, as he pushed me onto my back, I wrap my legs around him, as he grabbed my arms, pulling them above my head with one hand. "Fuck you, Kramer." I snapped, I take a breath. "Calm down." I sighed deeply, as I looked away. "Can you let go of me?" He slowly let go of my arms, I pull myself up to my feet. "I forget how feisty you are." He sat back on the couch, "You made me that way, John." I look outside the window, "I missed you." He told me, "Yeah, whatever." I was still so pissed at him, he didn't care enough to even tell me he was going away, he always did this and it left me thinking, why did I bother? "Don't be like that. I'm sorry, doll."

"Just stop, okay? Stop bullshitting me. It isn't fair, John. I can't keep doing this shit. It isn't fair." He watched me, "I had to, y/n. I had to leave, I was about to go to prison, I couldn't just stay here and play happy families." I sighed, "Well, go on then. Run. Just leave, leave me alone. Just get on with it and leave me to be miserable, because loving you like this.. I can't. Loving you hurts me, I'm so pissed at you but god, I would do anything you'd tell me right now. That's how head over heels in love with you I am, John." He looked upset, I could see it in his eyes. "I love you, y/n. I always have, leaving you was never my option, I hated it. I hated being without you, but baby- please. Come back. Come back to me." I look at him, once more.

"It would be a damn honour, John Kramer."

"That's my girl."