Never Safe

Chapter Forty-Eight

You woke up early, but you were scared to leave your room. You sat still on your bed for a couple hours before you heard noises coming from outside. He was waking up. He groaned. He muttered curse words as he'd remembered what he'd done. You heard his footsteps approach the door. He knocked softly. You gulped nervously and didn't say anything, knowing he was going to come in anyway.

The door creaked as it opened. He saw you sat up in bed.

"Oh sweetheart..." He sat down on the bed next to you. You flinched at his touch. He either didn't notice or didn't care. He hugged you anyway. "I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking stupid."

"You said you'd changed, dad."

"I know. I'm sorry. It was an accident. A stupid mistake. I'm so so sorry."

"You said you'd never do it again."

"I know. I'm sorry... but honey?"

"Hm?"

"Dont... please could you not... do that again?"

"What?" you questioned.

"Can you not embarrass me in front of my friends?"

"Dad, I didn't mean to-"

"Yeah, but you did."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to go home."

"Why? What was wrong?"

"I wasn't... comfortable."

"Why not? Were you not comfortable with me?"

"No, it wasn't you... it doesn't matter..."

"No, cause if it didn't matter, you wouldn't have ruined the evening."

"Dad-"

"Why were you uncomfortable?"

"It was nothing-"

"Y/n! Could you cut the bullshit? Please?"

"Your friend touched me" you mumbled.

"What?"

"He... touched my lower back... and it made me uncomfortable."

Y/f/n scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, he did."

"That's why you wanted to go home? God, y/n, he was joking around. Why do you have to make a big deal out of everything?"

"But-"

"There's no but! You're over reacting!"

"Dad, he squeezed my ass!"

"So!"

"So I'm a child! It was inappropriate! It made me uncomfortable! Why can't you understand that!"

His eyes narrowed madly. "Are you yelling at me?"

Your face dropped. "No" you whispered.

"You better not be" he spoke. "And you better not leave this room unless you're going to stop acting like a child."

He got up suddenly and left your room. Now you were alone, you noticed the pace of your heart beating in your chest, quick. Nervous.

Your phone started ringing from your bedside table. Perfect timing.

Bucky.

You quickly declined.

Only seconds later a text popped up.

'You okay?'

If you didn't reply, he'd know something was wrong. Maybe that would be a good thing. He could take you home... just so he could say 'I told you so' over and over. You picked up your phone.