[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl":3,"chapter-surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Surviving the Apocalypse With My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1745764,2231,"Chapter 5: The Grahams make me sick.","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>\"FUCK YOU! Fuck you! Fuck you! I fucking hate you!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila’s words were muffled as I listened closely from her shut door. The decorations on her frame—stupid cute stickers of roses peeling at the edges, a collage of gothic TV show posters, shiny preppy trinkets she taped up because \"it looked aesthetic\", had been a stark contrast to what I was hearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vampire diaries. Typical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something told me she wasn’texactlyin the greatest mood to speak. Yet, I knocked anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lila? It’s me, Adrian...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pressed my forehead lightly against the door, trying to listen. There was a soft shuffle inside— a muffled sob. It sounded like she was crying into her pillow. I felt dumb for caring this much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lila...can you open the door?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a prolonged moment of silence. Damn it. I knew this was a waste of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hic\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s open...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I twisted the doorknob and the door creaked open. I suddenly felt silly for begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t even get the chance to register her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell hit first—cheap twenty-dollar incense from Amazon, thick and sweet, crawling straight up my nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I saw her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila sat hunched on her bed, dirty-blonde hair tangled, mascara streaked down her cheeks like someone dragged ink down porcelain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was my fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had to fix it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped toward her slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. The floorboard whined under my weight. I sat at the edge of the bed. She didn’t look at me. Just breathed in these shaky, broken little sniffles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, Lila... I’m sorry for what I said.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not a crazy psycho. I was an idiot for calling you that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small sound escaped her. Half-sob, half-choke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lila... can you look at me? Please?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lifted her chin. She let me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was a mess, but somehow she was still... her. Still beautiful in that fragile, furious way only she could pull off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you forgive me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need to leave this place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice sliced clean through my apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What? Lila, come on, that’s— this is literally the safest place right now—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t understand.\" She grabbed my shoulders way too hard for me to think she calmed down. I flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mom isn’t what you think. Not anymore. She’s—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lila, you’re the one who brought us here. We can’t jus—...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My voice trailed off. So did my eyes. Lila was confused for a second as she tried to figure out what I was looking at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pictures of me. That’s what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were on the wall, layered, overlapping— At school, at practice, even when I was walking home...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the fuck, Lila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My gaze slid to the pillow beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buried deep in the cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade stabbed straight through a photo of me, my own face skewered clean in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face went pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She noticed my stare and yanked the pillow behind her like that would help. Her hand shot up, pulling my chin back to face her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Adrian. You need to trust me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve protected you this far, haven’t I? Haven’t I???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice shook at the edges, desperation bleeding through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long silence stretched thin between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re staying here, Lila.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My voice felt like it belonged to someone braver than me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s final.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila had looked at me like I slapped her in the face. A shadow cast over my eyes as I got up. She needed to see I was serious. She needed to see my resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not thinking straight. You’re just tired, alright? Get some shut eye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried to sound as reasonable as possible during my retreat. I turned off her lamp, plunging the room into a softer dark, and stepped out before she could say anything else. Before my cowardice got the best of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door clicked shut behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled, long and shaky, pressing my back to the wood as I closed my eyes. My lungs felt too small. My chest kept rising, falling, like my body hadn’t caught up with the rest of me yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit. What the fuck did I just see in there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her room replayed behind my eyelids—the pictures, the knife, her shaking hands gripping my shoulders like I was the only solid thing she had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder my head felt like it was splitting open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened my eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Graham stood right in front of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fuck was wrong with these people????\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence didn’t exactly calm me, but... it didn’t make things worse either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was probably the best compliment I could give in this house as of right now. Other than the cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I assume you saw the pictures?\" she asked gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I apologize for not telling you,\" she continued. \"I’ve tried multiple times to get her to remove them—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cut her off quick enough for me to have doubts about if she thought I was respectful or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, I just didn’t want to unravel another thread in this twisted household. That’s enough drama for tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just wanna know where I sleep,\" I muttered. \"Thanks again, Mrs. Graham.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile came back instantly. Soft. Warm. I couldn’t bring myself to return it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll give you a tour while we’re at it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tour didn’t sound too bad right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking. Moving. Doing something felt better than standing still and thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Graham turned, descending the staircase with effortless grace, her heels tapping lightly against the steps. I followed her down, eyes trailing over the walls, the dim lighting, the subtle hum of the house that made my skin crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Graham moved through the house like she was gliding, her fingers brushing light switches, molding the halls with warm hues of light. I followed, trying to act like I wasn’t barely holding it together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our second dining hall,\" she said, gesturing with a graceful sweep of her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second dining hall? Are you serious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked at the polished table, the eight velvet chairs, the tall vase of flowers that definitely weren’t real. It was the kind of room rich people forgot they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wouldn’t mind robbing this place if it wasn’t my ex girlfriend’s parent’s place. Chicago’s gone to shit, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried to look impressed, but my eyes kept flickering, heavy. My head felt like it weighed forty pounds. Every blink lasted a second too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Graham noticed. I’m glad she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must be exhausted,\" she said, voice dipping into a soft, honeyed tone\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bedroom quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded dumbly and let her lead me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We descended another staircase—this one narrower, carpet muffling our steps. I instantly hated it. Being below the main floor felt weird. I felt trapped. Too far from Lila. Too close to...whatever this woman actually was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words Lila pleaded for me to believe grew louder in my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God damn it, couldn’t she just be wrong about thisonething?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deeper we went, the more I felt like her motherly mask was slipping. Not all at once—just hairline fractures. The smile held, but her eyes narrowed at me. Her movements grew closer and closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When her hand drifted to my waist, my muscles tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This floor has several guest rooms,\" she murmured, leading me past closed doors. \"We don’t use them much anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice echoed slightly as we continued to walk, the hallway silent. It was hard not to be awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul odor hit me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slowly crept in my nose, assaulting my senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something rotting behind a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not strong enough to choke me, but enough to make my eyes water since I wasn’t used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck it. I was too tired to give a shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just wanted a room to sleep in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt too disrespectful to even ask, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>",1337,"2026-06-06T16:52:01.117Z",1,"novelbin.me","cc4842ed465b6f1bda25cfccd21490b1ae7ef3c16e34e1e95408c37858fb2a12","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-155","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-154",202,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-cover.jpg"]