If I Killed Someone for You - |Ranboo x Reader.|

Log: 13

i fucking hate my dad. let alone sitting with him tied up to a fucking leg of a bed. we arent even at the house. this isn't fun. don't expect it to be fun. but you outta think schlatt would at least talk to his child, or not stare at me for ten minutes. holy shit, this is like when you're put in a group with people who don't talk, so you end up doing all the work.

i had enough with the fucking silence, so i spoke out to schlatt, "alright what gives. you brought me here for some reason and it's definitely not for a friendly conversation"

he rolled his eyes, opened his jacket and pulled a bottle of cheap booze out. he pooped the cap, letting it spin around in the floor, making the sound of a coin. once he drank enough sips of his desire, he finally thought he should at least say a couple of words. "what's wrong with seeing my kid huh? besides, i already know your working with dream and his little teletubbies gang, and i can't have my little baby be a traitor now can i?"

i scowled at that statement. yes, i'll admit i did want him to actually talk, you know actually explain why i'm back here. which i cannot deny, he followed the instructions. i was just more mad at the fact he knew about the mafia. and who is calling a teletubbie, cause i know for a damn fact most of them can punch him square in the face and he'll be knocked out. "so just for that? you kidnapped me just for that?"

"well no..because i know that you guys are coming after me. i just didn't want you to be involved in my death"

"since when did you give a shit about me?"

"hey, listen! you and that little shit toby were the only two who actually resisted my love, and when toby ran away to the boonies, i knew i could at least save one of you. or..one of the good ones." he stated, picking up the bottle cap, then flicking it across the small guest room he had kept me in.

"yeah, but living with you is a nightmare, and you didn't care to wonder where i was for a week or two? but now you care? god you are so bipolar. and what about mom huh? is she nothing to you, like, you are so god damn unpredictable that i can't even tell what to it actually think about any of us!?" i shouted.

i was getting really heated, and although daddy issues isn't exactly a good personality trait, most of my anger comes from schlatt. hell, i didn't even know they called him schlatt before this, i've always just called him drunk man, or shit head, or fuck your face, like...schlatt? where'd that one come from.

besides, even after my heated monologue, i could tell he was just going to shrug it off later. he probably doesn't even remember when my god damn birthday is.

"y'know Y/N, if i didn't love you...you'd be dead. and i'm sure by now because of the little green guys gang, you know i have a little mafia running too. we kill people in a blink, and most people don't even notice they are gone that's how good we are at our jobs." he walked over towards me and chuckled lightly, "hell, your seventeen, and you still, STILL, don't know my real name."

i was frozen, well it's not like i could move anyways, but this god awful man had a point.

i didn't know my own fathers name.

why didn't i?

holy shit why didn't i know my dads name.

i had to have known it.

come on, it's my father we are talking about.

but shit, why i didn't know it didn't make sense to me. was i really covered in hatred that much not to even worry about my fathers name. no wonder the police declined my restraining order, i must have not told them anything about the man i wanted away from my fucking life.

"speechless, right?"

i spat in his face. i needed him to shut up, to get away from me, to just leave me alone. i didn't want to look at this man, this man who...just fucking existed.

he rolled his eyes at my saliva, as he just wiped it off and flicked his hand towards the floor. he started walking towards the door. "let's see how long it takes for the 'better' mafia to come and try and get you," he opened the door, and right before closing it, he said, "love you" and slammed it shut.

once again, frozen, left with nothing but fucking confusion, and...what. there was another feeling there, and god damnit, i cant describe it.

but i know for damn well this was not a negative feeling.