Karl Jacobs x Reader

Chapter 7

Caution: This chapter and the following chapters are going to include violence and some explicit content.

You have been warned.

The next two weeks were where my entire life shriveled and fell apart. Everything changed.

It was a few days later when I was sitting on my mattress, texting some people on my phone. That's when my screen suddenly changed to a dial screen, as my phone vibrated and my ringtone sounded. It said Mom on the screen, and so I answered the call, and put the phone to my ear.

What I heard on the other side was not what I was expecting. "Y/N," my mom spoke, sounding breathless and shaken. "Call the po-" her soft voice was interrupted by someone yelling. I couldn't exactly make out what they said, but my heart dropped in my chest when I realized it was my father's voice.

"Mom?" I asked worriedly. There was a strange shuffling sound, before my dad's voice spoke much clearer on the other end, as if he had taken the phone. "Y/N, where the hell are you? You are to come back here right now. You're staying with me."

My heart was racing. "I'm not going anywhere," I said nervously. I could hear the shake in my own voice. "And I'm not telling you where I am."
"Damn right you at, and damn right you will." My dad used the same kind of voice he would use when I was a child; the one that meant he meant what he said.
"Dad, I'm 18," I said slowly, trying to stay calm. "I'm not a child anymore. It's not your choice anymore, I can make my own decisions, and I will." There was a moment's pause, before I heard a bang on the other end, as if some heavy object had fallen or been thrown. I also heard the sickening sound of my mother protesting against whatever was happening.

"That was a warning," my dad said. "You come here now, or much worse will happen." With that, the line cut, and I was left with my heart pounding in fear. I was shaking as I got up. I had to go over there. My dad had turned into some crazy person and I had to go there for my mother's sake.

I knew that Karl wasn't home, since he was off  filming something with Jimmy. Bailey was there as well, and Maitland had work. Ethan was the only one who was home at the time, or at least I hoped he was. I opened the door the the room Karl and I shared, and walked over to Ethan's door. It was left slightly ajar, and I tapped lightly on it. I'd never been so happy to hear him call "Come in," from the inside.

I opened the door and hurriedly explained to Ethan what just happened in as little detail as I could. "Would you be able to drive me there?" I asked him. Ethan didn't hesitate to agree. And so we went in his car over to my house.

I wasn't sure what to expect when I got there. I saw the car my dad took when he left parked out front. I got out of Ethan's car, and slowly walked up to the front door of my old house. I had walked up here many times, but the current situation made it seem foreign, and unfamiliar. My heart was racing, as I put my hand on the door knob and turned it. The door was unlocked, and so I slowly pushed it open and walked inside.

At first, I didn't see anything, or hear anything. "Mom? Dad?" I called out. Again, I heard that nervous shake in my own voice. I heard my mom call, "In here." From her room, and so I went over there.

I took a deep breath, and stepped inside the room. It was a mess. The bookshelf my mom had was laying on the floor. There were books scattered all over the floor. The closet door was left open at an odd angle, and there was also clothing everywhere on the floor. The bed sheets were messed up, and a pillow had been tossed across the room, and come to rest by the door. I gasped slightly as I saw the mess. And then I saw my mother, sitting on the bed, staring down with wide eyes. It looked as though she'd been crying.

And finally, I saw my father, standing beside the bed, leaning on the wall, staring me down like a hawk staring at its prey. "Now that you're here." He said quietly. He moved over to me, and grabbed my wrist so tight that it actually hurt. "Let go of me!" I tried to struggle from his grasp, but he just dug his nails into my skin, making it impossible to escape. My mother sprang up, grabbing his arm. "Leave her alone!"

My father kept my wrist firmly in one hand, while he swung his other one around. He struck my mother in the face, causing her to stumble back onto the bed. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I tried to pull my father back. He tugged at me, pulling me from the room and physically dragging me to the front door. My mother stormed after us, nearly shrieking "Don't touch her! Leave her be!"

She was about to grab my father again, when he let go of me, spun around, and balled his hand up into a fist. I looked away because I didn't want to see. I heard the sound, my mother cry out, and then the sound of her tumbling to the ground while crying in pain, and probably terror. My heart was thrashing wildly as I felt my father grab my wrist again. He yanked open the front door and pulled me outside. I was crying so hard I could barely see. But then we stopped, and I heard my father say, "Oh, shit." Very audibly. I looked up, and my eyes widened.

On the road, I saw Ethan's car. And along with it, three police cars surrounded every possible escape off the drive way. Ethan was a genius. He had actually called the cops for help. Three officers strode up the drive way toward us. As I felt my father's grip on my wrist loosen, I practically ran to the cops, crying, as I quickly showed them the marks in my skin from my father's nails. Two officers came to talk to me by one of the cars, while two of them talked to my father and two went inside to check on my mom.

Once I had calmed down enough, I was better able to give a clear description of what happened. When my mom later backed up my story, it was enough to get my father arrested. I thought I had finally seen the last of him. When the car with my father pulled away, the other four cops asked us some more questions. They asked if we both wanted escorts home, and my mom accepted. I, however, did not, since I knew I'd have Ethan.

Eventually, Ethan and I drove home. He had also told Karl and Bailey what had happened. Karl, bless his heart, came home early because of the situation. As we pulled into the drive way and I saw Karl standing outside the door wearing a cute hoodie and jeans, I was more than happy. I got out of the car and practically threw myself into his arms. I tried not to cry, as he asked me a million questions from "Are you okay?" to "What happened?" back to "Are you okay?" again.
"I'm alright," I assured him. Maitland had come back at this point as well, and I assured her that I was fine as well. Me and Karl headed up to our room, and I flopped down onto my bed. Today had been exhausting and scary, and the reality of what just happened finally hit me.

My father had been arrested. He had tried to kidnap me. He had struck my mom multiple times. Suddenly, I didn't want to hold back the tears. I pulled my sleeves over my hands as I tried to shield my eyes. I tried to muffle the sound. But none of that worked. But it didn't matter. Because I felt a presence next to me, and two arms wrapped around me in a tight, comforting embrace. "You'll be alright, Y/N. Don't worry." Karl's voice was calm and gentle, and I gladly leaned against him. I didn't care about being shy or awkward. At that moment, being near Karl was comforting, and I felt safe and secure. I let my legs lean against his as we lay like that for a while. I must have been shaking, or maybe I really was cold, because he took off his pale blue hoodie and actually physically put it on me. He even helped me pull my arms through the sleeves. It was a bit big on me, but it felt warm, and I felt another wave of emotion cascade over me. Not from what happened. But because I knew then how much of a gentle and kind human Karl was, and how glad I was to be where I was.

Karl had even gone at one point to buy me a special dinner from one of the local fast food restraunts. He didn't leave me apart from that, and he stayed next to me the entire evening. If I would cry again, he would always let me lean on him. He tried to make me smile by putting on another one of his hoodies and pulling the strings until the hood covered most of his face. He was a dork, and it made me feel better to see him being his cute and dorky self. The last thing I remember of that night was falling half asleep next to Karl. I remember he put my purple blanket over me, and then quietly went to his own bed. The next thing I knew, I was fast asleep, dreaming of running through a meadow with Karl.

I truly had thought, at that point in time, that I had seen the last of my crazy father. I could not have been more wrong.