My Hot FBI Guy

Chapter One

Y/N's tears were hot on her cheeks, like molten comet tails. She was so quirky, like a star in the sky, an empty sky, because Y/N was so unique. She stared into her computer screen through watery and empty E/C orbs, dead to the world. The only thing that mattered to Y/N anymore was him.

Her Hot FBI Guy.

Their meeting had been brief, a fleeting flash of hope in a world of dark loneliness. He was the sun, and she was the earth - ever orbiting. Y/N didn't even know his name - he wasn't allowed to talk to her, much less tell her about himself. But it was his job to know about her, and she told him everything. They were perfect together, him, a listener, her, a lonely and unique girl on the brink of collapse.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" His silken voice dribbled through her speakers, like the Greek Gods' sweetest ambrosia. The sudden rasp filled Y/n's viens with pure shock - she's never heard such an angelic voice. Just the sound of it was enough to bring her back from the edge.

"Justin Beiber got arrested again!" Y/N sobbed. "It's his third offence, so he'll be in prison for the rest of his perfect life!"

"Do you like his music?" Her FBI guy asked, his tone suddenly thick with something Y/N couldn't decipher. It was almost...jealous? No, He wouldn't be jealous - maybe angry? Whatever it was, it was still beautiful.

"Um...It's not as good as One Direction," Y/N admitted with a sniff. She was so embarrassed! FBI Guy had had to deal with her breakdowns, again! She was so traumatized, Y/N couldn't help it.

"I see." FBI Guy hummed with ominous thoughtfulness.

"Your voice," Y/N blushed, "is so..."

Sexy, tasty, beautiful, she thought.

"...nice." She finished, brushing her H/C strands from her orbs. Y/N was about to let something else out, much more incriminating of her intentions, when Y/N heard her father slam shut the front door.

"I've got to go!" Y/N whispered desperately, "If my dad finds out-"

"I understand," FBI guy mourned. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Always." Y/N sniffed. Now it was time to face her abusive father. She went downstairs and faced her drunk sloppy deadbeat dad, who had only returned after her mother left to become an astronaut. Her mother's face was plastered on every billboard and $5 ad on Tumblr and TikTok, and each and every time she saw it, it was like a slap to the face. So what if she was curing diseases and making loads of money? Y/N was still alone.

"Y/N why do you look so ugly?" He father slurred, "You're such a disgrace to our family name."

What have you contributed to the family name? Y/N thought, Alcoholism?

He climbed out of his Chuck E Cheese costume, discarding the furry head to the floor. He then smacked her across the face with a gloved mouse-hand, which smelled vaguely of cheese and male excrement. Y/N gagged.

"Frick you, dad!" She screamed, stomping back up the stairs. Her father's footsteps came behind her. She ran to her room and locked the door. His hand was caught in the door, the other pounding on the wood.

"OPEN THE DOOR YOU BITCH"

"NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!" Y/N wailed.

There was a sudden presence behind her.

"FBI guy?" She asked in a shocked whisper. The mysterious figure stepped closer.

"Yes." His husky voice said in a loving tone.

FBI Guy murdered her father with the CHuck E Cheese head.

"I am your dad now"