Delicious Scars (Bob Velseb x F Reader)

Chapter ten [🤬]

A couple of days have past since the bear trap shit....

I'm trying my best to get it out of my head but that shit was pretty damn traumatizing. But not for Bob of course.

Speaking of Bob, something changed in him. He's been a lot more patient and less demanding when doing work. And he lets me sleep on his couch at night.

I'm still trying to think of what could've happened to cause this change in behavior towards me...

Fuck it... I'm gonna ask him.

I walk over to the kitchen to see Bob preparing lunch.

Mmmmm.... Cheeseburgers...

I try to step as lightly as possible because I didn't want his attention just yet.

"Need something?"

Crap

"Oh! N-no I was just... never mind."

"Cmon, out with it."

"Ok..... I was just wondering...."

"About what?"

"Why the hell have you been so nice to me recently?"

Bob stopped. His expression softened and he gave me a quick side eye.

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Like, you've been so patient and gentle. You let me come out of the basement and.... I don't fucking know. I was just wondering why you suddenly started treating me differently."

A small smile appeared on bobs face. He let out a small chuckle and walked towards me.

I backed up a little not sure if his intentions...

"Shhhh, don't be scared of me."

I sucked in a breath as he came closer. He wrapped his huge arms around me and softly hugged me.

"It's ok Darlin, you're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Hurt me...?

I pulled away.

"What do you mean? What the fuck are you saying?!"

Bobs expression became concerned with a little bit of pity in his eyes.

He grabbed my arm and rolled up my sleeve.

I caught a glimpse of my self harm scars. And the ones that my dad gave me on top of them...

"I've been there too Darlin. You're not alone."

"Shut your trap. You don't know anything. You have no idea what I've been through!"

"Maybe... but I know a broken soul when I see one."

"So what?! I bet you have had tons of victims with broken souls! Why am I special!?"

Bob put his finger over my lips to hush me.

"Because, you're not like the others. There's something about you that I can see myself in."

"What do you mean...?"

"Tell me, who made you do this to yourself?"

I hesitated. I shouldn't tell this guy my business. He doesn't have to know. Why would he wanna know anyways? He's just going to kill me anyw-.....

.....

I'm going to die soon....

Well.... If I'm going to die, I might as well open up to someone right? Even if that someone is the guy who plans to kill me...