Limes are sour, but lemons are worse

Daddy Issues

Ok, if you think songfics are cringe... then be prepared for cringe! The song of this will be Daddy Issues, by The Neighborhood. I'm not using the whole song, actually only a small portion of the lyrics.

Also, if you're uncomfortable with the idea of emotional abuse, which is normal to be unsettled by, you might want to skip this. It isn't incredibly important, but it gives more insight into the character. Also, adult language WILL be used.

Word count: 784

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You woke up with a groggy feeling. You felt a weird craving for cookies, so you forced yourself up to get some. You walked into the kitchen to get cookies and saw Hunter. Your brain forced you to relive the memories. It seemed he was trying to reach for a cookie jar, but too short. He hesitated a little, and then timidly asked for help. You grumbled a little, due to the fact you were emotionally and physically exhausted from yesterday. You reached for the blue, sparkling cookie jar. You opened it up, reached for two cookies, and handed him one. They were little owl-looking, precious, clearly homemade cookies. As soon as you took a bite, you felt a little extra groggy. You expected nothing of it, so you two chomped down on them. *THUMP*. The noise made you jump, and Hunter had passed out. You wondered why for a moment, thinking it was probably a trap before you drifted off to sleep while leaning against a kitchen wall.

Only a few moments subsequently, you woke up. But it felt... Dreamy? But not dreamy in a good way, dreamy in an... Asleep way? You were then faced with Hunter. You calmed down a bit before the scene in front of you swiftly warped into a familiar setting. You panicked a little, then realized the deja vu it brought you. Until you saw yourself coming down into your "room", which was just the basement, a mat on the floor, and a blanket, with a night light. You had placed down your backpack, and then a certain someone came storming into the room. It was your dad, with a piece of paper. He raised it and began shouting, "WHAT IS THIS?!" you realized, and remembered it all too well. "No... I don't want to relive this." you attempted to suppress them, but your tears almost enveloped your vision. "W-what is it?" your young figure said, frightened by the noise.

"ARE YOU BLIND?!" he said, raising his finger to point at a grade. "A FUCKING B! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU!" tears swarmed your immature self, just like currently. You tried to interfere, but your hand just passed right through everything. Hunter was silent, he just stared. The scene unraveled before your eyes, but you couldn't listen to it anymore. You collapsed on the floor, shaking and holding yourself. Hunter sat down next to you with a calm, saddened expression on his face. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

Go ahead and cry, little girl.

Your shaking body eased itself slightly, even though the interaction was a bit unexpected.

Nobody does it like you do,

You tried to be brave and face your fears of the scene, but you just saw yourself shaking, scared he would hit you any moment.

I know how much it matters to you... And if you were my little girl

He just sat and looked at you, like he was trying to form words that wouldn't sound like he had a different reason to say them.

I'd do whatever I could do... I'd run away and hide with you.

"You... Had to endure this?" he said, concerned.

I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too.

"Yeah. I wasn't hoping to see it again soon."

I tried to write your name in the rain,

He looked like he didn't know how to respond, so as a response, he just wrapped his arms around your weeping (real) self.

But the rain never came, so I made with the sun

As soon as you opened your eyes back up, you were in the real world. Or at least, the world you now called home.

You gasped while blinking quickly enough for your tears to dissolve. You stood up, ready to act like it didn't happen. You started saying something you didn't fully mean, but you were still a bit sour. "J-just so you know, I don't completely forgive you just b-because of that," you said with a still shaky voice from crying. You ran off to your little comfort space and questioned everything. Should you... Forgive him? Should you keep resenting him? Nothing made sense. You thought... Maybe you should just let your feelings control the way, instead of your thoughts.