Delicious Scars (Bob Velseb x F Reader)

Chapter one [👊💥🧠🥃🚬🤬]

I wake up in a haze. God I hate when that happens.

I get up out of bed and go to my phone to check the time. 8:00 am. Too early. I walk out of my room stepping as lightly as I can to not wake my dad. The last thing I want is another 100 bruises this early in the morning.

I'm already going to be 33 in a few months. But I've been stuck at home. Dad won't let me leave. He would rather keep me to have a personal punching bag whenever he needed it.

I walk down the stairs to see my brother pouring milk into his cereal bowl. He always loved cinnamon toast crunch. I on the other hand prefer (insert favorite cereal brand).

"Hey y/n...."

It's like he has a sixth sense. I didn't even breath near him and he still knew I was there. I waved to him as I did not want to really talk to him at the moment. I was still traumatized by last night. I can't seem to get it out of my head. What happened was something that will definitely stick with me for a while.....

"Not gonna talk huh? Very typical of you." He chuckled as he took a big spoon full of cereal and shoved it in his mouth.

"Shut up Jacob......" I whispered quietly.

He opened his mouth as he was about to say something before we both heard dads heavy footsteps coming downstairs. We quickly pretended to be busy doing something.

Dad was a very big man. He was strong too. A million times stronger than Jacob and I combined.

"What the fuck are y'all doing?" Jeremy growled. He turned his head to face the both of us putting his hands on his hips.

"Nothing dad, just eating breakfast..." Jacob muttered.

"Speak up boy, I hate it when you mumble."

"I SAID-.......that we are just eating breakfast." Jacob almost swallowed his own throat trying to fight back the urge to yell.

Jeremy stomped over and grabbed us both by the wrist. We whimpered in pain as we tried to break free. He looked us dead in our eyes and lifted us up off our feet. The pain was horrible. It was like he was pulling the skin off of our hands.

"I better not ever catch you two even thinking about yelling at me, do you fucking understand you little shits?" He squeezed our wrists tighter and tighter until one of us were able to speak.

"I'm s-sorry dad! It won't happen again I promise! Just please let us g-go!" Jacob begged.

Jeremy quickly moved his grasp from our wrist to the back of our heads as he gripped our hair. He threw us onto the floor and kicked us both. Jacob and I covered our faces as he continued his assault.

"That's what I fucking thought."

He walked over us to the fridge and grabbed his bottle of whiskey. He lit one of his cigarettes and headed toward the back door.

"This place looks like a shitty garbage bag. Clean all this shit up! NOW!"
He slammed the door behind him as he went outside.

Jacob and I quickly got on our feet and started to clean as fast and possible. Both of us held back tears as we hurried back and fourth doing chore after chore.

I started to lose the fight against my tears. Jacob saw this and ran to embrace me.

"It's ok y/n.... He can't get away with this. Pretty soon, he'll get what he deserves."

I nuzzled my face into his shoulder and he brushed my hair with his hand.

An hour went by and we had successfully done all of our chores. We sat on the couch and waited for Jeremy to come back inside. When he did, he scanned the area for anything that might be undone, like he usually does.... He seemed to be shocked in a way. I bet he didn't expect us to do everything so quickly.

"Good, make sure it stays this way. Y/n, come to my room. We need to talk."

Oh no.... When Jeremy says "talk" he actually means a beating. I looked at Jacob and saw that we was just as worried as I was.

"NOW! Not when you fucking feel like it!"

I jumped off the couch and quickly made my way to his room. Stumbling over everything as I did. He smacked the back of my head.

"Stop being so fucking clumsy."

"S-sorry dad." I whimpered.

I made my way into his room and straightened up my posture. He walked over and towered over me like a huge building.

"When is your next job interview huh?" He growled.

"T-tomorrow morning at 10:00 am...."

"Tell them to fucking reschedule. I'm not letting you take my car that early in the fucking morning."

"Dad I can't. They said it was a nonnegotiable thing..."

"I swear no matter what it's about, you and your mother always have an excuse for everything."

I balled my fist and bit my lip. I looked him dead in the eye and gave him a death stare. He gave the same look back at me. One that said "Try it, I fucking dare you."

He took a big puff of his cigarette and blew it into my face. I flinched at the sudden stinging in my nose. Tobacco is not a good smell up close.

He raised his hand and caressed my throat. Squeezing it with his one hand while the other held his cigarette.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Don't make me have to hurt you. Because to be honest, I'm in a good mood right now."

The next words that came out of my mouth were unintentional. I didn't want to say it... it just slipped out.

"Fuck you and your good mood!"

He grabbed the back of my head and slammed me against the wall repeatedly. Each hit becoming more painful than the last. The world became dizzy and everything seemed to be moving slow as I felt blood pour out of my head.

"THIS IS WHY NO ONE LOVES YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! YOU'LL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH! YOU'RE WORTHLESS AND MEAN NOTHING TO ANYONE! YOU CAN NEVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT AND YOU WILL DIE ALONE WITH NOBODY BY YOUR FUCKING SIDE YOU USELESS WASTE OF SPACE!"

His words echoed through my head as he took his cigarette and burned my forehead with the lit butt. I screamed and cried in pain as he lifted my head up for the last time and slammed it against the wall.

I felt my body flop to the ground as I lay there paralyzed. My vision went black and the last thing I saw was Jacob running to my aid as the world became completely black...

And silent........

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