Karl Jacobs x Reader

Chapter Twelve

Y/N POV
The days dragged by. My father basically forced us to do things. We had no freedom. If we went out side to the yard, we'd be watched by him or one of his friends. If we objected to his wishes, we'd get hit. By the fourth day living with my father, I'd grown used to feeling like a disobedient dog; which is probably what my father thought of both me and my mom.

Now I was upstairs in my "room" sitting on the bed, staring at nothing in particular. The door creaked open, and the owner of the house, who's name I learned was Rick, stepped inside.
"Your father wants you downstairs." He said simply. I got up, feeling Rick glaring daggers at me as I passed him. I went downstairs, to find my father sitting at the unsturdy kitchen table. He looked up at me, and gestured to the chair beside him.
"Sit."

I did as he said, staring him straight in the eye.
"I've got something planned," my father spoke. "A nice little outing as a family." I swallowed the disgusted scoff before it could leave my mouth, remaining silent.
"We're going to the park that's nearby. But this park is surrounded by shops and roads. Which means there's a lot of people."
I had a feeling I knew where this was going. It was a way to test me and my mom's cooperation, as well as an excuse to hit us if we did something wrong.
"This will mean that you and your mother must behave," my father continued, confirming my suspicion. "If you make even one wrong move, you'll regret it for the rest of your lives."

His voice hardened at the end, and I knew for a fact that he wasn't lying. I swallowed, determined not to let my fear show as I glared back at my father.
"You'll regret this for the rest of yours," I said daringly. "Keeping us locked up isn't something that a true man would do to his 'family,' now is it?"

(A/N: TW: Violence, minor detail)
My father gave me the most hate filled glare I'd ever seen, before he looked towards Rick and nodded. Before I knew it, I was being pulled roughly from the chair. Rick was huge, and strong, and he easily picked me up by the collar, shoving me to the ground. I barely had time to comprehend what just happened, when he yanked me up again.

I choked a cry of pain and shock, as I found myself face to face with Rick, staring into his deep green eyes, which shone with a little too much enthusiasm, as if he enjoyed hurting a defenseless person. He let go of my collar with one hand, and I barely had the time to realize what was about to happen when it did. A powerful force slamming into my jaw. Pain coursed up and down my head as I fell to the floor, tears flowing from my squinted eyes. I thought it was a miracle that my jaw wasn't broken.

(A/N: TW is over)
I looked up at my father as he approached me and crouched down. "You ever dare to question my ability as a father and you'll regret you ever lived." He growled. Standing up, he grabbed my collar, practically dragging me up the stairs and throwing me in my room. I crawled up onto my bed, hugging my knees, and cried until I fell asleep.

KARL POV
"The young missing girl, Y/N Y/L/N has still not been found. The perpetrator is of yet to be caught, and continues to baffle police with his strategic get-aways and evasive manners."
I shook my head as I watched the news report. "They're making it sound like the jerk's getting praise." I said in annoyance, as the report changed to the weather for cast for the week.

"You have to admit, he's good at not getting caught," Bailey, who was behind me eating ceral at the table commented. "He's evaded the police for this long."
I turned slightly to glare at him. "You have to admit that he's a total piece of crap who deserves to live his life behind bars." I retorted, not hiding the irritation from my voice.

Bailey shrugged as he kept eating. "I'm sure they'll catch him eventually," he said. "And I'm also sure Y/N will be okay."
I wasn't as convinced about the last part as Bailey sounded. I knew what Y/N's father was capable of. I doubted she'd make it out completely unharmed, and I felt a pang imagining just what he might do to her.

THIRD PERSON POV
He glanced out his window, as voices interrupted his quiet reading. Peering out through the partially closed blinds, he noticed a few people walking outside what he thought was the abandoned house next door. One of them was a girl, probably around eighteen or nineteen, a woman who looked like an older and slightly varied version of the girl, and a big guy. The guy was yelling at them with an obviously aggressive tone.

He was able to make out a few words: "...Not that way!"
"Come back...!"
"... Out back...!"
He watched the two females as they hurriedly followed the man back toward the house. As he watched, the younger girl turned just so that he could see a bit of her face from the window. A faint flicker of fear flashed across the girl's eyes. He blinked, watching as the three headed back inside and the door was slammed shut.

He thought again of the chilling police report he'd seen. The report had clearly stated the abductions happened in North Carolina. The image of the truck pictured in the report flashed through his mind. It looked very much like the same one that had been parked outside the back of the abandoned house.

Whatever, he thought as he slid the blind back into place. I doubt they'd travel a whole state away. It's probably just some family having a fight or something and their house is just super run down, not abandoned. He convinced himself of this, before settling down and getting back into his book...

A/N: Shorter chapter today! I hope you still enjoy!

It's 10:35PM here help- I don't usually stay up this late these days ah-

Aannyways I really hope you enjoy this chapter!!!!

Anticipate chapter thirteen, have a wonderful day don't forget to smile. \ (^-^) /