[AUTHOR'S WARNING: i respect van. i absolutely DO NOT condone any sort of abuse, domestic, or emotional. this is a FICTIONAL story. the next parts of this chapter include extremely mature content. reader's discretion is ADVISED]
vans pov
y/n is a brat the whole way home. she scoffs at me, pouts, crosses her arms, rolls her eyes...
but the thing is, she doesn't know that she's going to regret it later. she has no idea what's coming. sure, i can be sweet, but there's absolutely no way i will put up with this behaviour. we pull over for gas, and larry gets out of the car. i lean my arm over the console and turn back to look at her. i chuckle devilishly. she rolls her eyes and stares back, with sass. my eyes narrow,
"oh, come on, kitten. do you really think you're going to get away with this?" my smile completely fades,
"if you think so, you'd be wrong. lose the attitude, unless if you want to get bent over," i grin as i turn back to my seat.
your pov
dear god, what is this boy going to do to me. my cheeks flush pink and i stare out the window. i cross my legs and knead my palms nervously. i look up into the mirror and catch him staring at me, sucking on the corner of his lip. he flashes a cheeky smile, and then it immediately changes to a blank faced glare.
we get home and larry is the first one in the door, immediately putting away the groceries. van follows close behind me. when larry is out of sight, van pulls me by my shoulder into the hallway,
"listen, you have two choices. you can cooperate, or we can do this the hard way. what'll it be, kitten?" he whispers, his accent becoming more apparent,
"i guess it's gonna be the hard way," i giggle, and start walking up the stairs,
"very well," he says in a blank expression.
fuck. what have i done.
vans pov
i stomp up the stairs and throw open y/n's door. i shut it behind me, locking it. i pull y/n away from her desk and push it up against the wall. i grab her throat,
"you didn't want to listen to me, huh?" i say.
i latch my lips onto her neck, making sure it left a mark. i grab her by her shoulders, turn her around and bend her over the bed. i pull down her leggings, just enough to show her ass. i slap it once, hard. she whimpers,
"what's my name?" i command,
"v-va-"
i shake my head and breathe out. i smack it again, harder this time, leaving a stinging red print,
"wrong. let's try again. what's my name?" i grunt,
"d-daddy," she finally says.
i grab her by her wrist and pull her back up to me,
"good girl," i praise her.
i kiss her deeply, playing with her tongue, and then sucking on her lip. i pull her hair and her head jerks back. i pull away,
"you gonna listen to me next time?" i growl.
she nods quietly,
"use your words," i order,
"yes," she says softly,
"yes fucking who,"
"y-yes, daddy,"
i nod in approval,
"try some shit like you did today one more time, you'll have hell to pay,"
i leave her room, closing the door behind me.
i walk down the hallway and meet larry walking up the stairs,
"hey, man," i greet with a smile.
he daps me up,
"hey," he smiles back
