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

Problems

You don't quite remember what happened last night, 

maybe some knocking? then what. Everything was an blurry fuzz.

And he didn't help much.

You wanted to pull your hair out. Why cant you remember? 

You sat up and groaned, the after math smell from last nights smocking filled the air. 

You sighed heavily, standing up before walking off to the kitchen. 

An wrapped blox sat on the counter, you being to tired to question who or how it got there. 

You lean by the box as you read the note that sat on top of it. 

'Food' 

Wow~ as if it didn't look like it. Maybe he left it? dumbass who else would it be? 

You could feel hands on your waist, trailing downwards-

You picked up the box and tossed it in the trash. What if he poisoned it? Or maybe it was human meat? 

Great, the voice's started again. The lights seem to haze in and out, in an flashing wave. Your vision blurs in and out making your body overheat and your brain to hurt. 

You grip the counter as laughing filled your ears, the feeling of someone behind you was driving you nuts. 

Hands trialled down your arms as they pulled you towards them, your vision starts spinning as they do this. They brought your towards their chest as they room around you morphs. 

You stand in the living room, crying softly as they turn into sobs. Soft warm hands rub your back as they hold you close to their chest. 

The distant smell of apples lingered on them before changing as you now stand in an separate room. You lean forward before falling into an body of water, your body slowly sinking downwards as you try swimming up. The water around you getting darker and darker until you crash down on an hard grass ground. The grass soaked an crimson color as the trees around you bend away, red leaves fall as you stand and start running before the ground turns into an road, the trees dead as fog filled the air. 

You wake in an panic, blood rushing threw you veins as you take in your surroundings. Your back on the couch, and the box of food was on the table right by you. 

You groan before standing up and grabbing the box before throwing it away again. 

Walking well more like pacing around the kitchen as you think of today. You had therapy near 3:00 p.m. Its 12 now meaning you had time to take an shower, change clothes and maybe eat something.

Making up your mind you head towards the shower, taking off your clothes, grabbing an towel and stepping into your shower. 

The warm water felt nice against your skin as you started to drift off into your mind set. The feeling of hands on you again quickly snapped you out of it. 

You started to wash your hair, scrubbing it nicely this time and making sure no more soap was in your hair. Next you scrubbed your body, carefully moving the scrub over your scars before scrubbing roughly again. 

You had been so lost in thought you didnt even realize the hot water had started to burn the skin on your back, you turn off the water and step out. Grabbing an towel and drying off before brushing your hair, getting dressed and heading out of your house. 

This time, you did lock your door. Not because you fear someone breaking in. You didn't WANT anyone in. You sigh before stepping onto your front yard.