How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 120
That very night, Leticia ran away from home. This time, she was the one who abandoned her parents. And she felt no guilt about leaving them behind.
Leticia was truly alone. No family, no friends, nothing. Was life really this empty? She had no idea what she had been living for up until now. Every day felt hollow, as if she had lost something important.
She wandered the streets for days, slept in flea-ridden barns until she was chased out, and eventually found a shabby little room that could barely be called a home. Each night, she trembled in fear, worried that drunk vagrants might break in and assault her.
During those times, she sometimes wondered if she should seek out Vallon. Would he help her if he were still alive? The street life was so exhausting that the days she had spent with Vallon seemed like paradise.
Crash!
“Hey! Do you even know how many dishes you’ve broken this month?”
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
“I gave you this job out of kindness, but are you trying to ruin my business?”
The store owner pressed his thick fingers hard against Leticia’s shoulder—no, slightly lower, right on her upper chest.
His touch was laced with lecherous intent, but Leticia had no strength to protest against the injustice. If she were to be fired from this job, who knew how long she’d have to go without food before finding another?
“I’ll be more careful next time…”
“With that pretty face, don’t you think you’d be better suited for another kind of work? I could introduce you to something different.”
His lewd gaze raked over her, from head to toe. Since leaving her home, Leticia had become all too familiar with such dirty looks. The men’s eyes made it clear what they wanted from her.
“No, thank you… I’m fine with this job.”
“You still live alone, right? Isn’t it dangerous? I could—”
“Please don’t! I’m fine!”
Leticia quickly turned away, trying to escape the repulsive store owner’s advances. Embarrassed by her rejection, his face twisted into an angry scowl.
“Hah, I was just trying to help, treating you like a daughter, and you act like I’m some pervert? This is your last warning! Break one more dish, and you’re out. Got it?”
“Yes…”
“And don’t expect to get paid for this month. You’ll be covering the cost of everything you broke.”
Since she hadn’t been doing the job well, Leticia had never received a proper wage. Exhausted from the day, she collapsed onto her dusty bed.
No matter how often she cleaned, the room was always full of dust, likely because of the nearby textile factory. It was a damp, musty place where the sun never shone—nothing like the home she used to live in.
“Haa…”
Leticia stared intently at her reflection in the mirror. Even that was a broken mirror. An unbroken one was too much of a luxury for her meager savings.
Her rough, weathered skin showed the signs of hard work under the sun. While her face wasn’t ugly, it no longer shone. Her hair, once meticulously cared for with fine oils, had long since lost its luster.
But the biggest change was her eyes. They used to be full of life, but now they looked dull and lifeless.
Thud.
Leticia, unable to bear the sight of herself anymore, flipped the mirror over and buried her face into her bed. Why does everything feel so dreary and suffocating? She longed for her old life.
The loneliness from the lack of people in her life soon turned into a yearning for the things she no longer had, doubling the emptiness she felt.
She missed the shine of her once-lustrous hair, the overflowing closet of clothes and jewelry, and the security of never having to worry about food. Her life, which had been as luxurious as any noble’s, now felt like a distant dream.
Back then, her only concerns were trivial—like romance or discovering her interests.
In retrospect, those worries were nothing compared to what she faced now.
Complaining about not wanting to sit and paint like a proper lady—what a privileged complaint that was. Now, even if she wanted to paint, she couldn’t afford the expensive paints needed to do so.
Leticia had lived her life as if she were an honorary noble, even if not by title. Now, stripped of everything, she realized how much of a materialistic person she had been. She missed it all. Couldn’t she just forget everything and go back to that life?
This wasn’t what she had wanted. As creepy as Vallon’s obsessive gaze had been, at least she had always shone brightly in it. She had liked seeing herself shine. She had enjoyed being the center of attention. How had she ended up like this?
People were fickle creatures. She had wanted Vallon to disappear so badly, but now… she even missed his twisted obsession. Maybe she should have pretended to like him, like the Duchess had said. Or at least made an effort. Wouldn’t that have been better than this life she was living now?
“Hiic… hiic…! This isn’t the life I wanted!!”
This isn’t who I am!!
Leticia buried her head into her pillow and began to cry. She was so sick of this life she felt like she was going mad.
As she wiped away the tears on her now-soaked pillowcase, she noticed the dirt under her nails and felt even worse. Was this what it felt like to be stuck in the mud, no matter how much you struggled? She felt lonely and exhausted. Miserable and wretched. Leticia’s future was nothing but darkness.
She wished all of this was just a dream.
“Aaah!! Hiic… I just want to give up…”
