I stare at the ceiling, thinking about offender KISSING me. He probably thinks it's funny! Wait.....what if he's a sex offender.....!?! I probably should have figured that out, since his name is offender. He's probably grinning his stupid, idiotic grin right now!
Offender pov
I FUCKED IT UP! I HAD ONE CHANCE AND I KISSED HER AND I RUINED IT! WHY DO I HAVE TO BREATHE?!?!?!
Your pov
I slip out of bed and shiver on the cold hard wood. I guess it's easier to clean but this is bad........ the door creaks open silently and I dive back into bed, pretending g to be sleeping. Please buy it, please buy it! I hear offender sigh and the door closes. Phew.....I open my eyes and sneak to the door, cracking it open and peering out. No offender in sight . I'm not going to do anything for revenge yet, I'm just hungry. He won't mind if I get an orange....I think. I creep down there hall and into their kitchen, heading straight to the fruit bowl. It's empty?! While could hav- BEN. My stomach growls as I look around. I have no idea how to cook! Ugh... I'll eat tommarrow. I stare at a glass of cold water and decide to take it, part of my revenge. I sneak to offenders room and peer through the cracked door, seeing if he's asleep. He seems asleep, his chest rising slowly. "Offender?" I ask quietly. No response. I grin and tiptoe into his lair, keeping the door wide open for an escape route. His sleeping body is limp so I position the glass above him and pour it all over his face and chest. "AHH!" He screams as he wakes up. He jolts up and looks around. I sprint to my room and hear him yell "(Y/N) GET BACK HERE!". This was a bad plan but it was worth it. I lock the door and he slams into it, face first based on how hard he falls. "OPEN THIS DOOR NOW" he commands. He can teleport, why do I have to open the door. "OPEN. IT. NOW" he growls. I laugh. "REVENGE!!" I yells. I hear him chuckle before full on laughing. "Goodnight" No noise in the hallway. I guess he's done.....weird. I open the door and he's right there, face to face with me. I scream and he picks me up, sets me in my bed, and says "sleep" Before leaving. I would've stayed up but I'm feeling tired....
A/n
FILLLER
YOU ARE READING
a poor woman's tale offendermanXreader
Acakyou and your younger brother Alexander are poor, having only a small box for shelter. when you did live with your parents (you were young and Alex wasn't born yet) they paid for your life insurance. after Alex was born your mother died in the hospit...
