Our Love (Yandere X Reader)

Part 4

The next day...
Y/N's POV:
I was laying on my bed and eating breakfast, cereal to be exact, while watching a show Phill recommended. It was pretty boring though, it wasn't my type of show. I finished breakfast and went to the kitchen to put my dishes away when my sister who is a few years older than me, poured a bucket of syrup all over me. While she was laughing hysterically, I found this very unamusing and annoying. Sometimes I think I'm the more mature one.
"S/N! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" I said turning around pissed while she was still laughing. Our mom was barely home because she was busy, the only days she'd be home were on weekends and she would usually sleep in that time. I walked to the bathroom and took a long shower, making sure I got all of the syrup out of my hair. After that I layed on my bed, still pissed because of my sister when my phone buzzed. It was Ophelia

Ophelia's POV:
I woke up around 6:30 which is really early for me since I usually sleep till 10 or 11 on weekends. I got dressed and brushed my hair then went downstairs hesitatantly because of Paul. Paul had a serious attitude problem and would throw shit at me if I bothered him. I sucked it up and thought y/n is coming over and he doesn't need to see this.

I went downstairs and Paul was awake and definitely drunk. I walked into the living room and talked as calm as possible.
"Paul. My friend is coming over and you need to clean you and your area up"

"Oh yeah? And why is that?" He said in his usual scratchy smokers voice

"Because it looks bad" I said trying to sound calm

"Looks bad? My ass! The hell are you talkin' about?" He said starting to get bitchy

"It makes you look like the lazy drunkin ass you are! It makes you look like a fat fucking pig! All you do is sit there and drink, use all the electricity, and eat all the food we have! Dad should've kicked you out before you fucked up everything!" I snapped and I instantly knew I fucked up.

"Oh...really.....really?" He said as anger grew in his tone. He stood up with no balance whatsoever and he got closer.

"I think you need to shut your punk ass up before you regret it." He snarled

I ran away as fast as possible, Paul following. When he realized that he wouldn't catch up, he grabbed a glass beer bottle and threw it at me, luckily, it slammed on the wall next to me instead of hitting me. Despite the fact he's a fat ass, he used to be pitcher in the major league baseball and he could throw. He threw another bottle and this time it hit my head, knocking me over. He started walking over towards me but I crawled up the stairs as fast as I could and got into my room before he got me. I blocked my door with my dresser and touched my head. When I saw blood I decided I needed to call dad. He was supposed to come home last night but he was a no-show.

Hey you guys! I hope you are liking Ophelia's background. I'm sorry if it seems basic but it's how I made it-