"i bite at the hands that feeds me~" A butcher wally x reader book

Sickness

You hadn't been able to sleep at all. No matter how hard you tried to make yourself tired- you just never seemed to fall asleep. 

You laid there wide awake, staring up at the rusty ceiling. You felt as if you were being watched- but their were no windows in sight. You rolled over to you're side- resting your leg over the body pillow that was firmly between you. 

You turned on the dim screen of you're phone, swiping threw you're e-mails. You had a therapy section in a few hours, 

You sit up from the bed, stretching out your lazy bones before slumping out of the bed and making your way to the bathroom. Was you're life sad? yes. But you still manged to maintain a healthy habit. 

After getting dressed you made you're way out of the room, and to the kitchen. The lights were on, maybe you had forgotten to turn them off last night? Making you're way past the kitchen before turning off the light- grabbing your keys and making you're way out the door. 

You walked fastly threw the forest- you were going to be late to this session if you didn't hurry up. The light hit you quickly, the sound of distance swinging was present. You pulled out your phone and put in the directions to the apartment building- 5 min's away, You groaned before rushing you're way threw the busy sidewalks. 

You pushed open the doors of the small building- of course the room was half way up the building. You sat down in the comfy chairs trying to re-collect your breath before a male came out and motioned for you to follow.

The room was brightly colored which almost instantly made you lose it. You sat on the couch that was placed firmly against the wall with a table in front of it. You leaned into the fluffy couch, almost the second you sat down you sinked straight into the couch. 

The man cleared his throat, "I talked with your old therapist to get a little background check to see where we should start off," You rolled your eyes. Fucking Sierra, she always mad thing 10 times worse than you told her. "Y/N? correct?" You nodded, looking out the window as the tree's danced in the wind. 

"So lets talk family- i heard you didn't seem to have such a good connection. Would you mind to specify it." He looked you straight in the eyes. No. you didn't want to talk about it- but therapy was needed or they would send you to a Mental Hospital.

"Mother died when i was younger- father tried his best to raise me on his own before OD- and i haven't talked with him in 4 years now." The sound of pencil on paper drove you mad. 

"And how did your mother die?"

 You felt as if getting up and strangling him- you could steal his car keys and make a run for it. You would have to hide the body though and that would take a while. 

"Suicide- she over drank on purpose." Your face remand plan and emotionless as you had stated this. You could tell he was trying to hide it but it was clear he was quite bothered by this.

 "What about you're father- what was your relationship with him?"

"Good, we shared a great connection and interest in certain things." You had answered truthfully on this one. 

"Did you have a step-mother?" you shaked your head no. You fathered never seemed to want to remarry- not after what happened last time..

Before he could ask anything else his timer went off- therapy was over. 

You made your way out of the building- you were quite tired. The sun was already setting- checking the time on you're phone, 3:49 p.m. You spent most of you're day inside you're house- the rest of the hour was doing therapy. You made you're way back to the forest- you would go home and eat first-then go to the bar. 

You creaked open the door before shutting it softly behind you. You walked over to the fridge and grabbed the paper bag that held pork in it. You placed the bag on the island before flipping on the light switch before opening up a cabinet- pulling out a pan before closing it again. You placed the pan down above the stove before turning it on. 

The smell of chicken filled you're house- enough to make you hungry. You used the thongs to flip it over every 4-6 minutes that passed by- making  sure to cook every side. 

a good 25-30 minutes passed and it was finished. You used the thongs and placed the pork on a plate before placing it down at the table. The grabbed a glass making sure not to drop it this time- as you poured some water into it- grabbing a fork and sitting down at the table. 

After finishing you raise from the table, bringing the plate over to the sink before washing it. You hummed a song to yourself as you placed the now clean plate on the counter before grabbing your keys again and making your way out of the house once again and threw the forest. 

You weren't much of a drinker- but lately things have been a bit to stressful for you. You made your way threw the town and to the bar, loud music played- people giggled, laughed, talked and drank together. You sat down at the bar, the bartender seemed to be having a conversation with someone else- so you waited. 

You looked around, it was 8:00 p.m. which was when it started to get busy. You came early just to make sure that you wouldn't have to wait outside. The bartender made his way towards you as he leaned against the counter.  "And what shall i get cha' for tonight?" your attention snapped back to him as you turned your head towards him. "A shot of tequila for now," He chuckled at the little request. "Starting small eh?" you nodded, not much of a talker even as a kid.

He nodded before making the drink and setting it down in front of you. You looked at the small glass before picking it up and drinking it in one sip. You didn't care for the lime that came with it.  

About after drinking 3-5 shots later you started to lose your vision, you had already payed for you're drinks and was just sitting for a while. "I never saw you as much as a drinker." You flinched at the voice. Wally sat right next to you with a beer in between his hands. 

You mumbled under you're breath, great now you had to deal with him on top of being drunk. He smirked before pushing a glass towards you, more alcohol. 

You picked it up and drank almost all of it an a matter of seconds, "Wow- cool down there killer~" you ignored him and set down the glass after finishing it. 

Everything was spinning, you leaned you're head on his shoulder. You felt him tense up, he called over the bartender as he paid for the drinks before softly but firmly nudged you awake. 

You perked up, wally helped you down off the stool so that you didn't slip and embarrass yourself. He led you out of the bar and over to his shop, You stumbled in your walking- as if you were a newborn just now learning to walk. 

He seated you at the empty table before going into the back. 

The fan was still spinning, the voice got louder to the point were you felt like screaming. Everything hurt- you didn't plan on over drinking yourself. You never wanted to turn out like your father. 

Then everything went silent as Wally walked back threw the door with a glass in his hand, he hair was messy- maybe he also had a rough day? 

"Drink up, it'll help with the nasty hangover you'll get tomorrow." you took the cup in you're hands before taking slow sips. Everything hurt. 

He sat down in the seat in front of you before playing with his hair like a child. "Now either i can take you home with me- or i could keep you here till the morning~" You ignored him and continued drinking the water. "I wanna go home.My home." He chuckled at your response. 

"Such a feisty one~ alright then. Lead me the way." He waved his hand towards the door, you raise from your seat before stumbling over to the door. He opened it for you as you walked out, everything was fuzzy- you tried to focus on anything that was green, you failed. "Forest..." Wally caught on quickly as he lead you towards the woods.