Mr Bodyguard

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- Dior -

Papa practically pushed me into the passenger seat, making me yelp in surprise. Tears stung my pupils as my shaky hands grabbed the seat belt, putting it over me. I'm determined not to cry. I'm the one in the wrong here, I don't deserve to cry. 

Papa entered the car, making it shake a little due to his large figure, the scowl never leaving his face. 

This hurts. 

It hurts more than it should. 

My papa has never been angry at me, always treating me like I'm the only person who makes him happy, but that man is gone and replaced by a fuming, disappointed father. 

I don't dare speak up, scared of what his reaction may be. Instead, I just stare at his hands, which are gripping the wheel incredibly tightly, to the point where I feel bad for the wheel. 

I miss Lucifer already. 

I still can't believe we actually kissed.

Everything was going perfectly fine until papa showed up. 

I wonder if the triplets know. Oh God, they probably hate me now too!

I don't know what I'd do if they did. I can't lose their love as well! 

Papa was speeding down the roads, going well over the speeding limit. It scared me so much. Fast cars are all fun and games until it's an angry person behind the wheels. Then it's not as fun. 

"Can y-you slow down please?" I whispered, but I don't think he heard because he went even faster. 

I'm too ashamed to ask again, so just left him to do what he wants. 

I let one tear slip.

God Delilah, can you not hold in your tears for once?!

Absolutely embarrassing. 

I wiped it away quickly, hiding any evidence of sadness, and looking out the window to distract myself. Surprisingly, after a few minutes he slowed down, making me let out a relieved breath.

"Thank you," I spoke quietly. 

He didn't respond, which didn't shock me. 

He kind of reminds me of how Lucifer was when we first met. 

Rude and unapproachable. 

After a couple more minutes, we finally arrived. 

Papa got out the car in record time, slamming the door shut. I followed shortly after, reluctantly entering our home. This is probably the first time I've not wanted to come back home. 

I saw my brothers in the kitchen, all on their phones and sitting in silence. Papa walked into his office, leaving me alone next to the front door. I sighed sadly, unsure of what to do with myself. 

I slowly walked over to the kitchen. 

"Hi," I said softly, gaining their full attention. 

I heard a chorus of 'good mornings', putting me at complete ease, knowing they aren't mad at me like papa is. They probably don't know. 

I smiled widely, running into Dominic's awaiting arms. I hugged his torso tightly, almost crying because of how much I missed this feeling. 

"We missed you so much bambi!" he said enthusiastically. 

"Me more, you don't understand," I replied, my voice muffled by his shirt. 

He kissed the crown of my head, letting me go so I hug the other two. I exchanged embraces with Dalton and Daxton, each kissing my cheek before finally allowing me to sit back down on the chair.