Jacksepticeye x Reader

FlashBack

⚠️WARNING⚠️
This chapter contains things some users might find unsettling, suck as abuse and alcohol usage.

Your POV- (6 and 1/2 years ago)

"John I'm home!" I say, opening the door to our small little house. Then it hit me, the stench of alcohol.  I scoff, pinching my nose shut with my fingers as I walk towards the living room.

He's in there, sitting on the couch drinking as he watched TV. I grab the remote and turn off the TV.

"What's the hell was that for?!" He slurs getting up from the couch.

I give no mercy with the words I say, "What the hell was that for?!" I yell back mocking him.

"What the hell John?! Your ALWAYS drunk when I get home!" I yell.

I stand in front of him, staring at him. Then out of nowhere, he grabs my hair and pulls me into his face.

"THE FOOK YOU SAY TO ME?" John yells slapping me with his other hand.

I don't say anything, surprised by his actions. He's never done this before, he slaps me again.

"WHAT DO YA HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!" He screams into my face.

"I'm-m sor-ry!" I stutter, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Then he lets go of my hair and starts to say something else, but I just bolt it towards our bedroom. In the heat of the moment my brain wasn't thinking about running out the door. So I run upstairs towards our room, his footsteps not to far behind mine. I run into our room slamming the door and locking it.

John bangs in the door, yelling at me to open the door. He's asking for my wallet.

I  cower in the corner of the room, sobbing with uncontrollable tears.

"ALRIGHT YA LITTLE SHIT, I'M GONNA GIVE YOU TO THE COUNT OF THREE TO UNLOCK THIS GOD DAMN DOOR." He yells freezing me with fear.

"1" He says in a low tone.

"2" His voice getting angrier.

"3!" He screams as he rams himself into the door.

I scream as he breaks the door open, racing towards me, he grabs my arm and yanks me from my position on the floor. Just so he could punch me in the eye.

I cry out in pain, as I fall backwards and hit my head on the all. Clutching my eye in pain, he grabs my shirt and brings me back to his face.

"Where's you wallet?!" He yells.

"In my purse!" I say petrified.

"WHERE IS YOUR PURSE?" he screams.

"On the coat rack." I cry as he drops me to the floor. He runs out the room, then I hear the front door slam.

I lay there on the floor, crying and weeping as time goes by.

I suffered 2 years of this BS. Day after day, night after night. Until I got an idea...

I'm gonna run away.....

After 2 years of dealing with that. I build up the courage, and save up the money. To run away. I quit my job, pack my things, I change my phone number, and get on the next flight to Ireland.

Soooo, uhhhh. Did you like it? The next chapter will be back to normal with you a Sean, don't worry your little heads! I really don't have anything else to say besides, I hope you liked it and I hope to see y'all in the next chapter!

Buh bye!!