ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ/ Francis Mosses x Fem Reader

CHAPTER I

( ignore grammar please im sucky at that shi- )

"How about you admit the fact that you're an abomination, and a horrible boyfriend!" You screeched at your now ex boyfriend , Levi. It was early in the morning, you found lipstick stains all over the sheets of your bed. You recently arrived from your night job and wanted to sleep. Realizing he had someone over, you clearly knew he cheated

He had a sneer on his face, acting like you were the delusional bitch, sure he was hot, but he was also a major dick. Commenting about your body, height, and looks. He treated you like nothing. 

      "What're you gon do about it slut?" He taunted towering over you. 

   God damn it, he was such an asshole

For a while you stared at him, your eyes narrowing, anger building up inside you. Suddenly you ran upstairs and packed everything you could fit into a beat up backpack and a suitcase. You weren't even upset, he was just a horrible roommate and that was it. As you ran out the door you spotted the milkman. 

"Sucky Sex?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly interested in the outburst of anger. 

"I'm not telling the divorced deadbeat shit." You spat back at him, intending to insult him

He didn't get mad, he just laughed as he walked up the doors, to the house. As you entered the car, you tried to think of the places you could stay, there was your best friends house, but she lived with her boyfriend. There was an apartment you could stay at, but it was too expensive. You heard they needed a doorman, and you thought about it 

    Could it be worth it?

No, what if they didn't accept your application? Realizing you probably looked like a fool sitting in your locked car you put it into drive and drove far away from the small townhouse you once owned. 

But the apartment was a chance-

Your own thoughts distracted you as you drove, as you stared at the crowded roads. You realized it could be worth a shot to put an application, to live there. Maybe they'd feel sorry and take you in! It was worth a shot and you needed any chance you had. You drove towards the direction of the apartment. It looked a bit funky, it was probably built in the 80s. 

As you got out of the car a man in a yellow hazmat suit walked out holding a body bag

What the actual fu-?

Your own thoughts were soon cut off by the gravelly voice asking you a question. 

        "Are you here for the doorman job?" You heard the hazmat suit say

      " uh yeah." You stuttered and nodded

     "Cool, your hired you start tomorrow." He said nonchalantly 

    "Can i live here?" The question came out as a squeak

   "Sure, your apartment is on the third floor." He throws you a key as he walks to go dispose of the unknown material ( maybe a dead body??? )