You sat in your room, waiting for your dad to get home, you had to be honest to yourself. You were scared, you reached up to your face, gently pressing the bruise on your cheek.
You knew he would yell at you for fighting, lecture you about why you couldn't do that at school. How it ruins his last name, your last name.
But he never understood why you were so aggressive towards other people, why you fought whenever you could.
He never paid any attention to you anymore, he was always caught up in his job, never giving you the attention you so desperately needed. So you went to this length to get him to acknowledge you. Acknowledge you still exist, that you're his kid.
The front door opened and shut, no greeting at all, just the sound of boots hitting the floorboards, going towards your room. Your door opened, no knock at all.
Your father stood there, you couldn't read his expression because of the hood. He never wore that around you, something about it scared you but you wouldn't let that show.
"Explain, this better be good. No bullshit, do you understand?"
You glared at him, turning away from him, you didn't want to talk, not till he took off that hood.
"(Y/N), fine. You won't talk then don't, you listen to me."
You really didn't want to listen to anything he had to say, you just wanted to be held, when was the last time you two hugged...you didn't remember.
"What are you missing, why do you do this to me? Making me come home early from work to find you all beaten and bruised...sweetie. What am I not giving you, why do you need to take out that anger,or whatever it is you feel on these people?"
His voice was stern but got softer as he spoke. It made you think, did you really want to tell him what you really wanted? You just wanted your dad back, not this roommate...
Damnit..you're making me cry
You leaned your head back, trying to keep the tears from falling.
You felt your bed dip,a hand pressing against your cheek. You pulled away from the touch, it was so foreign to you, but you craved it. That love form your dad you were missing for so long.
"Baby, don't do this...you know I love you."
You looked towards the ground, the tears flowing out of your eyes, streaming down your face but it was all silent, no staggered breath. Just the sound of water hitting the fabric of your pants.
"Do you..do you really?"
"I do, don't even question it."
His hand went to wipe the tears from your face but you pushed his hand away from you, your now readend eyes glaring back at him.
"If you really did why don't I feel like you do, you never pay any attention to me, the only time I see you is when we pass in the hallway. You never touch me, I don't even remember the last time I got a hug from you! I just want my dad back, I want to feel like you care about me, I just want to know you know I exist! I fucking hate you so much."
You sobbed out, your voice cracking a bit.
You held your sleeves up to your eyes, soaking up the stream if tears.
"Honey...I know, I just thought you wanted your space."
Tears filled his eyes, he hated seeing you cry, it was the worst kind of torture there ever was. He really just thought the distance between you two was a part of puberty, he didnt know about any of this. You were his only child so there was no prior knowledge to this.
"And if you really fucking loved me you wouldn't be wearing that stupid mask in front of me!"
You snapped, glaring right at him.
He was taken aback, quickly removing the hood, he always took it off when he got home, but he hadn't taken it off today because of how mad he was towards you and the call from your school.
"I'm sorry."
"Doesn't fix anything, Dad."
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.
"Can we work on this?"
"I don't know."
"I'm willing to work on this with you, sweetheart. I want to make it right, I love you too much to let feel such ways any longer."
"Sure, dad."
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.
He held his arms open to you, a slight smile on his face. You hesitated before scooting towards him, wrapping your arms around him, he reciprocated.
You two stayed like that for quite some time, tears being sheed by the both of you, apologies and I love you's being shared.
His hand pressed gently against your bruised cheek, a frown on his face.
"Try not to beat anyone anymore, please?"
"I'll try."
He nodded, placing kisses on your face. Like you were a baby again.
To him you were, you were still his baby. His beloved child, his everything. His mean to live, what he loved coming home to every night, what he worked so hard to protect.
"I love you, dad."
His heart skipped, those words made him so happy, he hadn't heard those words in so long.
He'd do better.
For you.
Everything for you.
