Is My Dad A Serial Killer?

Chunks

Noah pov

Ugh the sound of my alarm blaring for the fifth time, which means I'm most definitely going to be late for work, then again the shitty part time job I currently have at the local fast food joint isn't exactly making me want to move any time soon.

Who knew that a nineteen year old, who just about scraped by in school can't walk into an amazing paying job, no apparently you need loads of qualifications and twenty years of experience, who knew right?

The sound of a headboard banging against my own wall followed by a round of high pitched moans soon brought me around from my sleepy daze and had me shooting out of bed, no way was I staying around listening to that.

Why he felt the need to do that shit when he knew I was sleeping in the next room, zero concideration if you ask me.

Stumbling around the room I grab a pair of skinny black jeans off the floor and my black work top with the logo on of a cartoon burger man of the side,giving it a quick sniff and deciding it was passable before heading doorstairs while shooting my manger a text saying I was running late, definetly going to be in the office again later on.

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Here's the thing, if your going to be late then you might as well cook yourself a nice breakfast and be late late because either way your going to get barked at, so might as well eat some nice fluffy pancakes with golden syrup.

So that's what I do, sit down stick on some YouTube video on my phone and devour the large stack while feeding bits to Roxy every so often as she sits begging at my feet, drool dangling from her mouth waiting to be shook everywhere at any minute, before she lets out a low growl as her head shoots to the door, just as dad walks into the room.

A few months after mom went missing dad came home one nights with Roxy wrapped in a blanket, she was this tiny six week old brindle boxer puppy with these massive doppy eyes, I fell in love straight away.

I never did questioned why he did it since I'd been asking for a dog since I was like five but mom had been allergic so that was always a no go, I do remember thinking how strange it was though, it was like he knew she was never coming back, all I remember him saying was.

Hope that'll cheer you up! You've been well moody lately. Before heading up to bed without an other weird about the situation. He acted like my mother hadn't just disappeared from my life over night with any sory of explanation of anyone.

Sorry we couldn't all be heartless about everything that happens around us, but anyway Roxy never took a liking to him, she wouldn't go anywhere near him, even as a pup and everytime she saw him she would let out the same low growl in warning to stay away, he always said the same thing, dogs never do like me. Which I'd always agree with because dogs can smell bad people,which pretty much sums up my dad to a T.

"Hey chunks" he says while heading straight for the coffee machine, in just a pair of low hanging grey joggers, his well defined tanned on show, still with beads of sweat rolling off it. He was in pretty good shape for a forty-one year old, always having the body I could only dream off. Tall, broad and tanned while I stood at a measly 5'8 with a light muscles and pale skin, that would give Edward Cullen a run for his money.

He stared poring himself a large mug full of disgusting black liquid with not even a single sugar in it or drop of milk, phyco!

"Not fat anymore remember dad"

"You'll always be chunks in my eyes" I'd always been on the larger side growing up, up until I was about fifteen and I asked out a boy in my class called Tony, also known as the only other out gay kid, he downright rejected me in front of everyone with the line "look I'm just not into fatties, sorry" I remember running out the school that day and straight to the derset shop, where I promptly ate three ice cream sundays while crying my eyes out, utterly heartbroken and embarrassed.

After that though I stopped with all the junk food and fast food and started working out regually, I ended up losing all the extra wright within a year and let's just say I saw Tony in the supermarket a couple months back and he isn't no runway model anymore, with the extra padding and the receding hairline, so yeah fuck you Tony.

"Yeah great so I'm going to head out now" standing up I chuck Roxy the last of my pancakes, which she greedily swallowing it whole and grab my backpack from where it hangs on the back of the chair, just as I step out the doorway I bang straight into a scannily clad tonned body.

"opf" I look down into big blue eyes of the women who just crashed straight into me, as she stands there in matching black lacy bra and knickers, a pout on her obviously fake lips "oh yeah I forgot your kid was here" she says while looking me up and down, literally nineteen so not really a kid anymore love "anyway will you please come show me how to work the shower George" she sticks her lips out even more while batting her fake lash extensions in the direction of where my dad stands against the counter behind me.

"Course Jade" he brushes past me and wraps an arm around her tiny waist as they head back up the stairs "but only if I can join" she lets out a flirty laugh, oh god ew ew nope done I actauly would rather be flipping burgers in the boiling kitchen at work than be here, listening to this.

"Okay bye then" I shout up the stairs but get no answer "be good Roxy I'll see you in a few hours" she gives a little bark in reply as I shut the door, beginning my trek to work.

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Heya so I got in last night after going for drinks and felt all in inspired to start writing this while whole devouring a tub of pringles

Turned out pretty okay tbf 😂

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