Don't Mess With Slappy's Bride (Slappy x bullied! reader)

Chapter 3 (Worst Day...Ever)

   ~Y/n's POV~

     My eyes went blank in pure fear, as I saw his body drop, memories him began to flash through my mind; his protectiveness, and father-like nature when he raised me. All torn away because of...Him.

      He was the reason my parents died, he was the reason we fled. He was the reason that my brother is now dead.

The bastard's name was Sammy... my father's step-brother, our step-uncle.

"Suh-Sammy, p-please," I said shakily, staring at the pistol in his right hand. Hot from recently shooting it, "why are you doing this, Sammy?'

"It's because of your damn parents that my daughter was sent to jail to die there, she was innocent. INNOCENT!" Sammy growled, clenching the gun harder in a pure wave of anger.

"No she wasn't! She killed a man!"

"No she didn't! my baby would do no such thing!" he suddenly placed his finger on the trigger, his eyes began to tear up when he angled it towards me. "I love you dammit, but my baby would've wanted this."

              Before he was able to pull the trigger, the lights shut off. I suddenly felt a hand on my leg before a thickening fog surrounded me, then we were outside. Away from him.

"Are you... okay?" Slappy worded out awkwardly.

But I said nothing... that damned bastard took my brother. He HAD to fucking take him away from me. He had to take my last family.

Tears swelled in my eyes, but I couldn't hold it anymore. I fell to my knees and let out a scream of anger, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

I punched the ground, and bashed my head on the concrete. "I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"Calm down!" Slappy shouted, pushing my shoulder in order to stop me. 

"W-what will I do now? ....He's gone. I have no home. My brother's gone. He's fucking gone."

How did Sammy even find my fucking house? Why can't he just LEAVE US ALONE!?

"Y/n, we need to go." Slappy said and pulled on my arm.

         Silently, I got up and looked down at Slappy. Tears streamed down my face as Slappy led me in the woods, I slowly followed him in. My chest felt cold, as if a gaping hole resonated there to greet chilly air. 

       B/n won't even have a fucking funeral...We only had each other as family. That bastard ruined it all. Ruined my life for what reason? All because his slut daughter thought her boyfriend was cheating on her.

        I remembered the time I met Sammy, he was so kind. He bought us gifts. He took care of us until B/n was of age to do things on his own. Sammy's daughter was just a crazed bitch who killed her boyfriend, my mom told the police. Then Sammy's daughter went to jail to eventually go onto death row. I was only a kid when Sammy killed my mom. I was a preteen when he killed my dad.

Now he's after me. The last link of his daughter's death.

~Slappy's POV~

I am so FUCKING pissed.

        My bride is so hurt, she saw her brother die in front of her eyes. Because of that fucking bastard she's reacting in this type of way. I looked over at Y/n, her eyes was locked on the ground while more tears came out of her beautiful eyes.

A new anger began to build up in my chest, not one directed towards my papa, it's an anger that is only resolved in revenge.

How dare he make her cry. I'll make sure he gets what he deserves.

   With that in mind, I took us to an abandoned factory that I used to live in when I was on the run from papa. It looked like an old mill from the 80's, but I didn't do my research. Not like it mattered anyways.

~Y/n's POV~

   I looked up, despite my blurred vision, I saw I was being led to a large barren building. But why was he taking me here? 

"W-where are we?" I asked.

"My home! Nice lookin' isn't it?" he laughed.

      I could tell he was trying to lighten up my mood, but the only way to make me very happy is for Sammy to die. I can't believe he tricked us when we were kids, he made us trust him. He made my brother trust him. He took care of us like a father would. But his damned daughter had to ruin it all.

He made us think that our father was ran over; but the driver was him.

He made us think our mother got food poisoning; he was the one who poisoned her.

He shot my brother.... right in front of my eyes.

 "We're here!" Slappy announced, he walked in the rusty doors. Me slowly trailing behind.

Me neighbors never helped when they knew my parents died, they were silent when Sammy touched me as a kid.

They just ignored us like it was a normal occasion, eventually Sammy turned up the notch and raped me in my mother's room.

               I snapped out of my foul memories by Slappy's voice, "I know I'm handsome, but it's kinda creeping me out when you stare at me like that! Hahaha!"

I chuckled a little by his joke, but that didn't fix my overwhelming feeling of dread. I had to do something, but I can't do it by myself.

"Slappy," I mumbled.

"Yes, my dear?"

"I want you to do something for me."