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Misunderstood - {CE}

Backstory : Y/N is Chris's 7 year old daughter. Him and her mother are not together anymore, so each weekend she visits her, although she's slowly not liking it. When her mother says something that sparks negative thoughts and the worst of them all jealousy, will she drift apart from her father ?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff (c'mon we all know that's not a warning), (Sad/Angsty/Jealous/Scared/Cute) Reader, (Angry/Sad/Confused/Scared/Kind) Chris, (Worried/Scared/Amazing) Scott

Timeline: 2017

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I sat on the marble counter top, my coloring book and crayons sprawled around. My tongue was sticking out as I focused on the Belle drawing I was coloring. I turned around as mom walked in.

"Watcha doing kiddo ?" she asks, I stop coloring and face her.

"Colouring" I reply giving her a small smile.

"Y/N, I-um wanted to talk to you about something" she says, I sigh as I realize that this was probably the same talk we were having since the past two months now.

"Yeah ?" I say closing my book. She sits down across from me and caresses my hand.

"I want you to come live with me permanently in New York" she says and the wind from my lungs gets knocked out. I thought she was trying to convince me to live with her on weekdays, but this just went to a whole another level.

"No, I don't want to. I want dad" I say frowning and removing my hand from her grasp. She sighs and rubs her face with her hands.

"Why ?" she asks

"What do you mean why ? He's my dad, I love him" I say in a 'duh' tone.

"But does he love you ?" she says barely above a whisper but I hear it anyways.

"Yes, he does" I say crossing my arms over my chest. She shrugs wordlessly.

"You really believe that bullshit he gives you ? He's fucking with your thoughts to drive you away from me. Tell me how many times did you get to play with him in the past week ?" she asks

"He's working mom, still a few hours" I say

"Yeah Sure, you'll see how much of "work" he's doing when you see for yourself tomorrow" she says

"What ?" I ask confused as to what she meant.

"Nothing, go to bed" she says

"But-"

"I SAID GO TO BED Y/N !" she yells slamming her fist on the counter top. I sigh and run upstairs falling asleep almost instantly.

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"Uncle Scott !!" I squeal and jump into his arms as he swings me in the air, kissing my forehead.

"How have you been kiddo ?" he asks setting me down and taking my bag from mom, who looked unamused and bored.

"Nice" I say wanting to get off here and go see dad. He doesn't ask anymore questions as we say our goodbyes and hop into the car.

"Are you sure you're okay ?" he asks once the doors close.

"Yeah" I reply, not wanting yesterday's conversation to ruin my mood today.

He smiles as we start driving. I look at the window, bouncing up and down in my seat with excitement.

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"Finally !" I say hopping out of the car as Uncle Scott follows me chuckling.

I climb on dad's set chair and wait for the scene to be over, I see Jenny walking over to me smiling brightly.