🍴𝙹 𝚄 𝚂 𝚃. 𝙴 𝙰 𝚃.🍴 Bob Velseb × Daughter reader

♬Road trip♬

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Warning⚠️Blood, gore, swearing, hint of abuse⚠️
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Back at y/n's household, things weren't looking so good. Her mother was crying, her father screamed at her as her elder sister called the police.

"I thought I locked the door..stop yelling at me!" The mother quivered as the dad shook heavily with each breathe he took "No you wanted this! You wanted her to get out so she could just eat the whole danm world up didn't you!"

"She's a smart little girl she wouldn't do that!" Father uplifted his hand and slapped mother across the face "Don't put your fucking hands on her!" Elder sister exclaimed and pushed the overweight man out of the way.

"Don't talk to me like that, I am your father!" "You're not my father! You're y/n's father Don't put your hands on my fucking mother!" She spat in the man's face, he and her went back and forth and Mother cried.

She prayed that you'd come home, she give you the biggest hug and just keep a muzzle on you so you don't bite. She'd have to add double locks to your door, maybe hammer it shut.

Yep. Young y/n is in for a treat when she goes home..or If she goes home.

Back with y/n, she woke up with a small yawn sitting up and rubbing her eyes expecting to be locked in her room as always but when she removed her hands from her eyes, she was in a different room.

The floor was hard wood and looked like it needed patching up, the paint on the walls peeling so satisfyingly y/n might just peel it herself, the mirror in the corner wasn't in good shape but it wasn't in bad shape either.

If anything little y/n though the only good thing about the place was the bed a bit squeaky yes but it was comfy, but it was a bit high off the floor. Y/n grabbed onto the sheets and tried placing one leg down before she did the other.

But she still couldn't reach the ground, she looked at the ground and to her it looked like it kept getting further and further. Young y/n was scared so she did the only thing children do when they are scared.

She cried for her mom. Screaming as her face turned red and she kicked her little legs, tears adventure there way down her face and onto the sheets. She heard heavy footsteps and the door was slammed open.

It was a man with pale skin and black hair, she expected her mother but he can help to. She looked his way and cried as he pinched the bridge of his nose annoyed that she was crying for practically nothing.

He went over to her bed side and scooped her up holding her, she eventually stopped crying and laid her head on him as she acted like she wasn't just screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Ya' done?" Y/n recognized his southern accent she smiled and wrapped her little arms around his neck bringing him into a hug. He was surprised but used his spare hand to awkwardly hug her back.

"I'm hungry." Y/n exclaimed. Bob readjusted the light child in his hands and walked downstairs to the kitchen sitting her on the counter "Well uh ya' want cereal?" Young y/n tilted her head "What?" "Cereal it's a breakfast food that people have." "I don't want that do you have any liver?" She asked scooting closer to the man.

He looked at the child with wide eyes before smirking "Why didn't you say anything sooner, come on let's go hunting." Y/n didn't know what that was but if it would get her fed she wanted to do it,

The man walked up to an old pick up truck opening the passenger seat door and placing the small child in "Woah." She looked around in it amazed "What you've never been in a car before?" "No mother always locks me in my room." He frowned when the child said that not sure why but he didn't like it.