into the darkness (eyeless jack x male reader)

Domestic Bliss

TW: this chapter contains domestic abuse.

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When I woke up, Brian still wasn't home. My legs were tangled in the blue blanket and I kicked around to get free. On the nightstand, the alarm clock read 10:29 AM in red lights. Of course, Brian was gone. He has to get to work before 8:00. I doubted he even came back here. He probably went straight to his job from where he spent the night. I rolled out of bed and my feet landed on the soft rug on the floor.

There were still a couple of hours left before I needed to get to the bus stop down the street, but I needed to get out of this room. The creak of the stairs were the only sounds in the house. Downstairs, Jack was nowhere to be found. I spent most of the morning alone watching TV. There wasn't anything interesting. It was mostly kids' shows and a few soap operas. After a few minutes of scrolling through the channels, I turned to Netflix to alleviate my boredom.

Two of three minutes before noon, Jack sneaked up behind me.

"What are you watching?" He asked me as he slithered his arms around my neck and rested his hands on my chest.

I craned my neck back to look him in the eyes. Well... Not the eyes per se, but whatever.

"That show we started watching together but you finished without me," I accused. "And don't say it wasn't you, Brian doesn't watch these kinds of shows."

His smile faded away when I mentioned my boyfriend's name.

"Does your head hurt?"

I sighed softly.

"I don't have a concussion, Jack. Stop worrying about that."

"I'm not worried about you having a concussion. You made it very clear yesterday that you don't have one. I'm asking you if you have a headache."

I looked at him silently. Why was he so worried about me?

"I do have a headache. I took some pills but it still hurts a bit."

"With the bump you had, the opposite would have been surprising." He freed me from his embrace and started walking towards the kitchen but stopped mid-tracks, turning around slowly. "Did you eat something to go with the pills you took?"

"I'll eat something when this episode is over," I told him.

"Yeah, right. And then you'll start another one because you'll have forgotten, then you'll say "oh, after this one", and you'll never eat anything."

"I'll finish this episode and then I'll eat, I promise."

He pointed at a chair at the table and gave me that look only mothers can do. You know, with pinched lips and a raised eyebrow. When they give you that face and you keep arguing, you know you're fucked.

"Now."

I groaned but complied.

"You sound like my mom," I said as I passed next to him.

"I don't care. You're going to eat." He pointed his finger toward me. "Is there something you want in particular?"

I shrugged.

"Toasts, I guess. But you don't have to make them for me."

"I want to," he said as he turned away. "Cooking makes me feel normal."