Madness Ghostface x Reader

1. How it all started

Warnings for this chapter: Slight abuse

I got home from work late that day, The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark. As I was walking up the driveway I was hoping my dad wouldn't be home. We don't have a very good relationship, we really never have but the death of my Mother made us drift apart even more.

I unlocked the front door and quietly stepped inside, If my Dad was home I was hoping I could quietly sneak past him up to my room but that sadly wasn't the case.

"Hey your home late.." He spoke from the living room.

"uhm yeah.. the boss wanted me to close up today" I explained walking into the room, I was instantly hit by the smell of alcohol. great I thought, he's drinking again.

"Come sit and watch some tv with me" he spoke, his words were all slurred together I could barely make out what he was saying.

knowing he had been drinking I wanted to get out of there

"Uh i'm actually tired i'm going to get some rest" I said as I started to walk away

"Don't walk away from me young lady" He said sternly.

I continued walking faster when I heard him get off the couch.

"get back here!" he shouted

that's when I started to run.

I locked myself in the bathroom as his fist pounded hard on the outside of the door. Tears streamed down my face, He was drunk again. My Father was a heavy drinker, he used it to cope after my Mom died when I was 16. I'm 18 now but I don't have enough money to move out of my Dads house because my job doesn't pay much.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF THAT BATHROOM NOW BEFORE I BREAK THE DOOR DOWN" He shouted as the banging on the door grew louder.

His tone of voice sent shivers down my spine as I looked around for anything to defend myself with. I knew he was telling the truth, He would break down the door if I didn't come out. I turned around and saw scissors sitting in the sink, I had used them earlier to trim my hair. I picked them up held it in my right hand as I reached for the lock on the door with my left. I counted down from 3 and opened it.

The next few seconds were a blur. My Dad swung the door open pushing me against the wall, he started yelling in my face but I didn't hear anything he said. I was too distracted by the smell of alcohol and cheep Cologne, But that's when he started to strangle me. He had never done that before so it shocked me, as his grip around my throat got tighter and tighter I thought this was it. This was where I was going to die.

Suddenly he backed off, a shocked and confused look on his face, then he collapsed onto the floor. It took me a minute to catch my breath. That's when I looked down at my right hand, the scissors were gone, I looked around confused trying to find where they were. But that's when I looked at my Father, The scissors were planted deep into his chest.