The Need To Change [ Bob Velseb x m!reader - 18+ ]

[ CHAPTER 15 ]

Time skip, the warm morning sun warmed the cold room. It was definitely too warm.

You woke up with a sense of familiarity filling your body as you turned over to a sleeping Bob, who was cuddling up close to you. You know, you would be terrified if you didn't know that 'He' had grown soft on you. Now that once ticking time bomb of the same question of, "Will I wake up to him cutting me in half and finally killing me?" is finally absent within your mind. You yawned a bit before speaking in a deep, raspy, tired voice.

"Bob, wake up..."

"Hmm..." He groaned and pulled you closer to him, almost crushing you in the process.

"Bobbb..." You whined.

"A few more minutes Darlin..." That same voice from before husky and raspy like yours but god... it was so intoxicating.

"Ugh but it's probably already 12... I need to get upppp." You pushed yourself away from him.

"Fine... but, before you go-" He licked and kissed your bare neck.

Your eyes widened as you tried to pull yourself away. "Bob..."
"ya really just taste like that all the time...Hm. Alright, go ahead, love." He finally let you go with a big smile on his face before rolling over and falling asleep.

"Jeez..." You said under your breath rubbing your wet neck.

You looked down and yep, you were still completely naked. You looked around on the floor for your clothes from before, that was before you found them on the side of the bed, completely torn apart.

'God damn it, Bob.' You held onto the hole-ridden red cloth and then looked at him, peacefully sleeping. 'You're seriously going to make me wear your clothes huh?'

You scoffed walking to the closet and grabbing a black shirt. It was extremely too big for you but, at least you won't be naked anymore. You put it on and the smell of that same cheap cologne filled your nose. You... honestly didn't mind the smell, but the shirt itself looked like a dress for you. You facepalmed looking at yourself in the broken and unleveled mirror. You of course evened it on the wall, it was just a habit of yours. You moved the big shirt over and looked at the bandages on your bullet wound, to your surprise the bite marks and hickeys steered far away from the wound. Almost like Bob didn't want to hurt you in the first place.

'Damn idiot...' You looked at yourself in the mirror as your cheeks turned red.

You started to walk down the squeaky wooden stairs and into the kitchen.

As much as you enjoy Bob, you were really starting to hate the state of his small house. All different kinds of tools laid about, the random stains of blood riddled the old wooden floor, you even found someone's bones by the door to the basement, a door you'd never open. It was just not working out for you. So, you grabbed some bleach, a broom, some bags, and other cleaning supplies and got to work.

An hour or two later, you could hear Bob's loud yawn and footsteps walking downstairs. You walked to the stairs, waiting to see his (hopefully) happy face to the now-cleaned downstairs. He looked in shock at the cleaned and organized living room, polished kitchen, and bleached dinner room.

You twiddled with your hands, "Sorry... I think I got carried away." You laughed nervously.

He chuckled a bit, "God dam'..." He placed his hand on his forehead and then on his mouth, then looked over to you. "Thanks, darlin'... You didn't have to."