Hi guys! Sorry for the late update. School and work have been kicking my ass. However, I'm thrilled about how well this fanfic has been doing! I didn't expect so much positive feedback and it makes me feel really good! So, thank you.

Anyways, on to the story!

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Sometime in the 1980's...
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"Daddy?"

"Yes, pumpkin?"

"Why does Mommy hate me?" You ask, gripping your Dad's sleeve.

He sighs, kneeling down to your level. "Oh honey, Mommy doesn't hate you. She loves you." He says, encompassing you in a hug.

You pull back, looking up at him. "... why does she yell at me all the time then?"

Your father looks at you sympathetically. "She's just giving you tough love. She wants you to be successful." He ruffles the top of your head and stands up. "Come on. Let's go inside."

You grab his hand, letting him lead you inside the apartment.

".... AND I SAID NO!"

Your peaceful outlook is soon soured by your mom yelling at Kira, a glass of wine in her hand. Kira looks visibly upset, fists clenched and tears threatening to fall.

Your dad lets go of your hand. "What's going on?"

Your mom points at Kira. "She wants to go to the dance this weekend. But I already TOLD her several days ago that she can't! She needs to study for her exam!"

Your dad sighs. "Vivian. She's thirteen. Let her be a kid." He's had this conversation with your mother many times. But the outcome is always the same.

Your mom sets her wine glass down on the table. "Don't you tell me how to parent, Keith." She points at Kira. "You're not going. That's final."

Your dad raises his hands defensively. "Now hold on. Parenting is a two person job." He lowers his hands, sighing. "I just think we should work as a team more."

Your mom scoffs. "As if-"

Your dad holds up his hand to silence her. "Let's not do this now. Please. Not in front of the kids."

Your mom looks at you and Kira. "Go find something to do. Anything. I need to talk to your father." She waves her hand, signaling for the both of you to leave.

Kira grabs your hand. "Come on, (Y/N)." She whispers, leading you out the apartment door. "Let's go to the park."

You hear your parents shouting as you close the door.

She still holding your hand as you walk down the stairs down to the community park not too far away. She's quiet, and you don't say anything, simply observing her. She lets go of your hand, sitting on the swings. You join her, idly swinging your legs back and forth.

She sighs. "I think she hates me."

You turn and look at her. "Who?"

"Mommy."

You're quiet, as you look away from her. "...me too."

Kira kicks up the bark chips beneath her feet. "Ugh! It's just... why have kids if you're not gonna love them?" She turns and looks at you. "I know you're only seven, but..." she grabs your hand. "Never change, (Y/N)."

You look at her, eyebrows raised. "Uh... okay Kira. Can we please play hide and seek?"

She smiles. "Sure."

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October 12th, 2005
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You wake up, slightly sweaty. You take a second to gather your surroundings, but soon enough you manage to put a few pieces together.

One - You're still in Bob's house - it wasn't a nightmare, it was real life.

Two - you're currently being spooned by Bob. He's snoring, and his head is buried in the crick of your neck. You feel the soft rise and fall of his breathing as you lay flush against his stomach. You can't exactly move considering you're cuffed to a pole, so instead you lay there, eyes wide open.

It's orange outside, so it must be around 6. You turn your head, and that causes Bob to stir. He groans softly, gripping onto you tighter. You don't think you'll be able to leave for a while. As you lay there, you recount the events of the past couple days. They've been such a blur. You haven't properly eaten, or showered. You just wanted to go home.

Deep in your thoughts, you didn't realize that you began to cry. Giant hot tears cascade down your face, and you use your freehand to wipe them away feverishly. You hate crying. But it just won't stop. You miss Kira, you miss your Dad, and you miss the way things used to be between you and Bob.

Now, you're laying next to a cannibalistic murderer. You hiccup, and soon enough Bob stirs awake. He sleepily trails his hand up under your shirt, feeling the softness of your chest. You lay there, trying to hold in your sobs.

Bob groans, and he feels the shakiness of your body as his hand feels your chest. That wakes him up fully, and he turns his head to look at you with wide eyes.

Oh. You're crying again.  

Bob sits up rather quickly, hair a mess. "Darlin? What's wrong?" He asks, trying to wipe the tears from your face.

You turn your head, bringing your forearm up over your face, effectively telling him to leave you alone. He doesn't however, and gently pulls your arm away from your face. He gazes at your eyes - glossy with tears.

After not getting an answer from you, Bob tries again. "(Y/N)? What's wrong?" His voice is more urgent this time as he tilts your face towards his. You continue to cry, your face in his grip.

You finally open your mouth to speak. "I wanna... go home."

Bob furrows his eyebrows, thinking. He wants you to stay a little longer but... he understands that you need to go home. Maybe he can come with you?

He doesn't want to leave you. 

He sighs. "Okay, Sunshine. I'll take ya home." 

You breathe out a sigh in relief, burying your head in his shirt. "Thank you." 

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"Bob! stay down please." You say, steering the car to the left. After deciding to go home, Bob wanted to come with you. You couldn't let anyone see him however, so he's laying down the best he can in the back seat. It doesn't do much to hide his large frame, though. 

"Ugh - I'm tryin'!" he groans, shifting his weight. This is so uncomfortable. 

"I'm sorry. We're almost there." 

You eventually pull up to your driveway. You open the door and peek around, making sure nobody is out and about. You walk over to the passenger door and open it, looking at a rather frustrated Bob. You reach out your hand, and he grabs it, letting you help him up.

You signal Bob to follow you as you both make your way inside your home rather quickly. 

You sigh, closing the door behind you. "Jesus. What a mess." You mumble to yourself, plopping down on the couch in exasperation. Bob sits down right next to you, face looking exhausted. He simply nods, leaning back into the couch. 

There's a pause of silence until Bobs speaks up again. "Hey uh, there's somethin' I need to tell ya..." Bob says, facing you. 

You put your hand up. "It can wait. I need a fucking shower." You say, sitting up and stretching. Bob stares at your ass a little longer than necessary, but quickly looks in your eyes as you turn to face him. "You need one too. You can take one after me." 

Bob grins, face tinted pink. "Or we could take one together." 

You blush and laugh nervously. "Yeah... I don't think so. I'll be out in twenty." You walk away, heading over to your room. You notice your phone is sitting on your bed, and you pick it up, flipping it open. 

There are a lot of missed calls and texts. Some from Lila, and some from Jack. 

A lot  from Jack. 

You decide to check the ones from Jack first. 

Jack: (Y/N)? R U OK??

Jack: John is ok.

Jack: Pls call me when u can. 

You sigh, flipping the phone closed. You'll call him later. Right now, a hot shower is calling you. You toss your phone down on your bed, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom. 

One hot shower later, you step put, calling to Bob. "Bob! You can use the shower now!" 

You hear a simple grunt from the couch. You walk over and see Bob sitting down, staring intensely at the TV. 

Breaking news: The Red Devil Killer has been identified as local chef, Bob Velseb. He is a very dangerous individual. If you see him, call the local police immediately. Reports say-

You grab the remote, hitting the mute button. "Okay. Let's not listen to that." You say, drying your hair with a towel. Bob doesn't look at you. He's still staring at the TV - it's displaying a picture of him. 

"Bob?" You ask, putting your hand on his shoulder. "Do you... still want to take a shower?" 

He turns to look at you, a somber expression on his face. Damn. You've never seen him this sad looking before. Before you can say anything however, Bob stands up, your hand falling from his shoulder. "Yeah, I do. Thanks Darlin'." 

okay...

You watch as he walks into the bathroom, shutting the door softly. 

Oh shoot! There's no towel in there for him. You quickly make your way to the hall closet, grabbing a towel. You decide to just open the bathroom door instead of knock.

"Hey Bob you forgot your-" 

You pause as Bob slowly turns around, face beet red. He's shirtless, his hairy chest and stomach on full display. 

You haven't seen him shirtless yet. 

You slap your hand over your eyes, your other hand jutting out the towel in his direction. "Um." You gulp. "You forgot your towel." 

You hear soft footsteps as Bob approaches you. He grabs your hand, slowly removing it from your eyes. As your hand is removed, you quickly close your eyes tight. Bob chuckles, amused at your flustered state. 

"(Y/N). It's okay." He says lowly, slightly leaning down to your level. "You can look."

You slowly open your eyes, taking in the view. He's incredibly hairy, and a few scars are scattered around his chest and stomach. Bob avoids your gaze with a red face, seemingly also embarrassed. He's never been this exposed in front of you before. He hopes you still think he's attractive. 

It's silent now, and a bit awkward, so you reach your hand out, dragging it down his bare chest slowly. You find a scar on the lower area of his stomach, and make sure to be extra gentle when running across it. You can feel him slightly flinch at your touch. 

You giggle. "I like them." 

Bob is confused. "What?" 

"Your scars. I like them." You say quietly, avoiding eye contact. 

Bob smiles. "I like yours too." He says quietly, trailing his hand up and under your shirt to feel yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him. He kisses back, pulling you flush against his bare chest. 

Eventually you break the kiss, opting to wrap your arms around him in a hug. 

You sigh. "I wish things could've turned out differently." 

He knows what you mean. Bob sighs, propping his chin against the crown of your head. "Me too, Sunshine." 

You're going to be so pissed when he tells you about the cult. But for now, he's going to cherish your-

DING DONG

Oh. the doorbell. 

You look at Bob frantically. "Closet! Get in the closet! Go! Go! Go!" You whisper-yell, shoving Bob out of the bathroom and down the hall. 

You take a few deep breathes, trying to calm yourself down. Smoothing down your hair, you open the door. A familiar mop of purple hair greets you. "(Y/N)!" Lila says, engulfing you in a hug. 

"Lila-!" 

"Oh I was so worried!" She pulls back, looking at you sympathetically. "I heard everything. I can't believe it was him." She pulls you back into the hug, and you stand there, slightly overwhelmed. "I'm so sorry."

Oh fuck! She's talking about Bob!

You pet her hair. "I'm... I'm okay, Lila." You pull away, looking at her. 

She furrows her eyebrows. "I just can't believe it. Never in a million years would I have thought that Bob was up at night butchering and cooking people." She says. 

You glance at your feet. "yeah..." 

God you hate being a liar. 

You look back up. "Listen, is it okay if we talk tomorrow? I'm kind of tired." 

Lila nods profusely. "Oh yeah, that's totally fine. Do you wanna sleep at my place for tonight?" 

You smile. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm okay." 

"Alright. Well... just call me if you need anything." She says, slowly backing away from the door. 

You nod. "Of course. I'll see you tomorrow."

Lila simply waves with a sad smile on her face, making her way back to her house. You close the door, sighing in relief.  "Bob! She's gone!" You yell. 

You hear a muffled, "Okay!" from your bedroom. You sigh sitting down on the couch. The Tv is still on mute, and you listen as Bob turns the shower on. You sink into the couch, unmuting the Tv and turning on a game show. 

God... why can't things just be normal?