Twisted Love (Yandere!FriendXReaderXSuicidal!Yandere)

Chapter 8: Malcolm's backstory.

Warning: RAPE!

Malcolm's P.O.V

  "Malcolm, honey, please be ready for your father's return. He missed you, ya know." Your mother speaks with her sweet voice, eyes still focused on the dishes as she cleaned the plates from this morning's dinner. 

  'I didn't go to school for this?' You frown, annoyed.

  You hated your father, just like he hated you and your bitch mother knew that. She knew that very well but she just ignored it because she was desperate to keep him.

  After losing two of her ex-husbands to cheating, she was desperate to keep this one, even if she lost a son next. 

  Her only son, at that.

  You were meant to have a baby sister, but... She died before she was born. You were so excited to meet her, but after finding out the bad news, you figured it would be best that way... She wouldn't have to suffer in a world like this. Especially a family like this.

  It would have been nice to go to school today, although you didn't really have very many friends... They all thought you were weird because you liked anything involving death.

  It was so... Strange yet powerful to you. You could easily overpower someone with death and it felt nice knowing that. It felt nice knowing you would be remembered for something, even if it was for something bad...

  It wasn't meant to be an addiction though.

  You only killed bugs as a little hobby to relieve yourself of boredom. Then, you just felt like it was your world. You had moved on to animals at the age 7. You were 10 now. You wanted to get a human eventually, but that'll have to wait for the right time...

  You hear the doorbell ringing causing you to frown deeply. "Can you go get that please, Sweetheart?" She glances at you with a smile and you sigh, "Fine..." You growl lowly and go to the entrance, opening the door, seeing a big guy, aka your dumb ass father. "Heeey, Champ~" He ruffles your hair and you glare at him. "Ennard."

  Chuckling, he walks in, tossing his shoes somewhere. "Where's the beauty of the house?" "I'm assuming my mother? Kitchen." "Exaclty how a house wife should be." He smirks, plopping down on the couch.

  'You disrespectful little fucking cun-' "Hey, Champ. Come here for a minute.' He looks at you and you tilt your head a bit, confused.

  Why did he suddenly want to be near you? He hates your guts... Even breathing your air pisses him off.

  "Come on~" He pats his lap and you glare at him, slowly and cautiously walking over to him. Before you could move away, he grabs you and picks you up, putting you on his lap. 

  "Ya know..." He thinks for a bit, glancing at the TV then back at you. "Well, we both know this actually. We both know your mother's a desperate whore." 

  You frown more, looking down. "And her ass doesn't even love you anymore..." He whispers, twirling your hair around his finger. You would have stopped him, but... You were so focused on thinking about your mother... 

  He was right... She doesn't want you anymore... Especially more since you look like one of her cheating ex's; but that's not your fault... You didn't pick your hair color, nor your eye color. You could do nothing about it!

  "And, did you know..." He leans closer to your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts. That's when you realized his hands tightly gripped your waist. "She's not a very good pleaser either~" He purrs in yor ear.