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I opened the back door to my house to prevent seeing my drunken adoptive father. As I finished walking up the stairs and into my room I quickly locked my bedroom door and turned on my computer to play some Minecraft and music. As I was half an hour playing I heard a loud thumping noice and than banging on my door "(y/n) you little bitch! You didn't wash the dishes like I told you to! Get your ass down there or I will break this door and beat you harder than the last time you excuse of a child!!" I checked the time, it was already 10:08 "I'm coming" I spoke in a frightened tone. I slowly opened the door and there he stood. He was already very over weight by drinking a lot beavers and constantly eating fast foods none stop, there was a stench of alcohol coming from the bigger man as he held a bottle of beer in his left hand and the tv remote in the right one. "What the fuck you staring at!? Go before I break ur ass!" "Yes sir!" I quickly spoke as I went downstairs to wash a shitload of dishes. As I finished with the dishes, my hands already sore from rubbing constantly, I went back up stairs and locked the door once more. I sat down on my bed grabbing a photograph of my real parents before they died....I started sobbing as tears covered my face. Before they were murdered I was very relaxed about everything until shit hit the fan. And now I'm pretty traumatized about even spacing out in this household or I would get beaten by the simplest things ever.
"(Y/n)!" I heard my adoptive father yell. I quickly wiped off my tears and went downstairs to see him with a half naked prostitute. "Yes sir?" He turned his face to look at me "get me a cold beer" I quickly went to grab a new bottle of cold beer for that lazy fatass but as soon as I opened the fridge there was none, soon realization hit me like a bus. "Uh...I forgot to buy them.." I spoke cautiously, scared to get beaten. He looked at me and as soon as he got up he sped up to me and grabbed my hair with force "I give you everything I have and this is what you return? Stubbornness?!?!?" My eyes tarted to burn from the tears threatening to spill. "I'm sorry!" I sobbed. As he was about to punch me he started gagging, I opened my eyes to see blood gushing out of his new fresh wound on his neck. As he let go of my hair and collapsed to the floor limply, I saw that Jeff was responsible for the bloody mess "well that was easy to put him to sleep" he cackled I was so relieved...I didn't even care that there was a dead body in my house, I quickly hugged Jeff sobbing in his chest thanking him for saving me. He slowly hugged back not knowing what to do in a situation like this one. "Stop crying....seriously I just killed a fat asshole, it's what I do almost everyday" he spoke calmly. I looked up at him, my eyes puffy from crying so much, I didn't know if it was just my imagination but it looked like his eyes softened while he looked down at me. Yeah must be my imagination.
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Blood and smiles...Jeff the killer x reader
RomansaJeff the killer x reader Art not mine and I do not own Jeff. There might be smut/lemon ahead....this is my first time writing a wattpad story. 😅 it contains strong language and gruesome activities. Mentions abuse so if your not the type to handle i...