𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 | 𝒂. 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒓𝐭

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

Annie sighed as she ran a hand through her hair for probably the hundredth time today, she was still thinking about your words as she sat on the booth, waiting for her father to come out and sit on the other side of the window that was in between them.

Now, you weren't wrong about what you said. You were right. Annie was just like you.

Or perhaps...you were just like her.

Either way, Annie had a surprise for you. And she was sure that you were going to be so shocked that you would probably drop dead.

"You have 30 minutes." A guards voice broke Annie's train of thought.

She looked forward to see her father sitting down with a grumpy look. Annie took the phone that was beside her, he did the same, and she spoke first, "Hello, father."

"Annie." Mr. Leonhart greeted, his voice hoarse and a bit cracked. "Did you know this was going to happen? Did you go to the cops and tell them about me?"

"No, of course not!" Annie immediately responded. "Why would I do that?"

"To get rid of me." Was his immediate response. "Enough about that. How have you been?"

"Don't act like you care about me all of a sudden." Annie said through gritted teeth. Mr. Leonhart softened his eyes and held a hand to the glass, "I do care about you, Annie. Always have. And always will."

"You don't. Stop lying." Annie glared at him. "You beating me day and night is not caring for me. It's abuse."

Mr. Leonhart scoffed, "What lies have they been feeding you?! What did your dyke girlfriend, Y/n, say to you?! Huh?! What did that faggot officer say to you?! Don't you dare believe them, Annie!"

"Don't call her that." Annie gritted her teeth in anger and rage as she glared daggers at her father. "You homophobic fuck!"

Mr. Leonhart scoffed and laughed, "Oh, I get it now. Just because I'm behind bars doesn't mean you can disrespect me, you brat! Are you a dyke too? That bitch that's always glued to you, she has tainted you with her dirty hands, hasn't she?! Answer me!"

"Please refrain from speaking so loud." An officer warned.

"I've always been like this, you bastard." Annie retorted. She was clenching her fist, digging her nails on her palm, drawing out blood. "You just never got to know me! And now that you're behind bars, I can live in peace. And I can say this..It's your fault mom died. Had you been at home that night, you could've saved her. But no, you and your drunk ass friends just had to make another stop at the liquor store."

Mr. Leonhart's face turned red from anger and he slammed his fist on the table, "YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"

"Again! Shut up! Or I'll make you." The guard warned once more, glaring at Annie's father who had immediately calmed down a bit.