2p!FrancexChubby!Innocent!Killer!Reader

Prologue

"Fatso!"

"Whale!"

"Pig!"

"Cow! Moo!"

You flinched as each insult was thrownat you with absolutely no remorse or mercy. You remembered once upona time when theses used to hurt your beyond words, however it hadhappened so often you didn't feel any pain anymore. Just anger. Lotsand lots of anger. So much you'd shake.

Your mind would always flash to imagingthem on the floor, bleeding, no power anymore. Begging you to notkill them, to let them go, that they are sorry and they'll never doit again. You'd laugh at how they pathetically begged and lied to tryin vain to save their stupid lives, then they'd eventually be in somuch pain they'd beg you to just kill them. Then you'd laugh andcontinue with your fun until you lost interest. Then you'd kill themand leave, a message to all bullies.

You always felt better when you thoughtof that.

You got home and were looking forewordto (writing/painting/etc) a little. Little did you know your parentswere home.

"Name." Your father said as yousighed, you looked toward your room, wishing you could somehow sneakto it and away from the judgmental eyes of your birth-givers. "Howwas school?" He asked and you knew better than to say anything. Foryour father your grades were never enough, for your mother your lookswere never enough. You were a disappointment.

"Fine. I'm doing better in (subjectyour neither good nor bad in)."

"What about (subject your bad at)?"He asked giving you his patent glare.

"Fine. I'm working hard on it." Yousaid playing with your fingers as your shoes suddenly became veryinteresting.

"Do more than 'work hard' Name. Iwant results."

"Okay." You muttered.

"What was that?" He asked taking astep towards you as you jumped. Your father believed in tyrannicalparenting styles. Your punishments were nothing short of abusive,your father would slap you across the face for disrespecting him andspank you for getting a bad grade enough that you couldn't sit forabout twelve hours. Your mother would starve you in hopes of makingyou thin and appealing, which caused your metabolism to slow as yourbody went into starvation mode and you eat a lot when you could getfood. Which of course only went you from being a little overweight todownright chubby as your body fought to keep you alive in theenvironment where food was scarce.

"I meant yes sir." You said as heglared but luckily walked away probably to go do his business stuff.Your mother was still there tutteirng at you, "I'm not hungry, mayI skip dinner mom?" You asked, it was a lie but it somehow feltbetter to say it because you could tell by the way she was actingthat she would make you. Your stomach would start growling any seconddemanding food and she'd only make it worse if she heard it, how youwere a fat pig, and make you skip breakfast tomorrow as well. Plus ifyou decideto skip dinner the power is still yours.