Delicious Scars (Bob Velseb x F Reader)

Chapter two [🤬🚬🥃]

I open my eyes slowly. Still dizzy from last night.

I start to hear noises around me. A beeping noise, and and someone saying my name....

"Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?!" Jacob asked

"I-I don't know...."

"How do you feel?"

"F-fine I guess? My head is spinning like a fucking top..."

"Oh y/n..... I'm so sorry. I should've protected you...."

"No... it's my fault. I yelled at him.... It's all my fault. It always has been. I can never do anything right..."

"Don't say such bullshit about yourself. You're perfect y/n..."

"If that were true, you wouldn't be the only one telling me that."

2 doctors walked in on our conversation. One male, one female.

"Oh, you're awake." The male doctor spoke.

"What happened to me?" I asked

"You were brutally assaulted by a homeless person. At least that's what your father and brother told us..."

"Oh.... Oh yeah! Th-that prick!"

The doctors looked at me suspiciously.
Did they know? Or were they just assuming?

"We'll your CT scans just came back and everything looks good. You've been unconscious for a few days and that gave your body time to heal thankfully."

"Oh... okay. So, when can I go home?"

"Tomorrow hopefully."

I should've been glad. The last place I wanted to be was at the hospital. But I also did not want to go home. After what happened..... I don't want to see my dad.

"Okay sweetie well we're gonna go check up on other patients. Will y'all two be ok here?" The female doctor asked.

"Yeah. We'll be just fine." I offered my best smile and they left. Jacob looked at me with concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Y/n.... What he did was unforgivable. We have to tell the police while we still can!"

"Jacob...... we can't. Neither of us have jobs, friends, or any other family members. It would be just us. We would have nothing. We would be on the streets for fucks sake."

"Then I'll get a job. I'll start to pay for shit that we need and then we can get the hell out of there."

Jacob stormed out of the room in anger, semi slamming the door behind him. If there wasn't a door stop, he would've probably broken the door.

I sat back and looked up at the ceiling. I lifted my hands toward my face and started to cry. I wanted to get out of that house so bad. I didn't want to keep feeling this way. It hurt so much. I just wanted to pain to end.

But I can never get a job anywhere. I didn't go to college and there's nothing interesting about me at all. I've been rejected at every single damn interview. We could've escaped years ago if it wasn't for my useless ass holding us back.