Paul Dano Oneshots

Creep- Brian Wilcox (fluff)

BLURB~
After an argument with her dad y/n finds herself outside a Mickeys where she meets a greasy Mickeys worker in unusual circumstances.

TW: Catcalling, Violence, expletive language, greasy paul dano
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Sitting on the curb outside of a Mickey's at 1 in the morning was not my origional plan for the night.

Originally I wanted to unpack a little then have a long shower then finish off the night with a movie. But before all that I wanted to go to the store for movie snack food.

I have a history of lying where I'm going to my dad because he says no to anything I ever ask him. Obviously my dad felt the need to start bombarding me with questions and interrogating me on where I'm going, not believing that I was only going to the store.

The interrogation soon turned into him making me cover up more. I was wearing a skirt and a top that was tight but not even cropped, still apparently that wasn't covered enough. I don't think it's fair that I dress a specific way just because he wants me to. I shouldn't have to cover myself just to make him happy but I did it for the pure fact it was late and I wanted to leave.

I put on shorts under my skirt, thigh high socks and a baggy zip up sweater. Once I was covered he still had a problem as he usually does and our bickering soon turned into a screaming argument.

Me and my dad argue a lot, we're very different people and just don't get on in general but usually we just try and ignore each other but I was fed up of his shit, he always tried to start arguments on purpose and tell me to do things purely just because he's my dad and he can. He got me riled up enough to the point I said some things I regretted slightly. He repaid me with insult after insult, all purposefully hurtful and a sharp, hard slap across the jaw, a slap hard enough to make my ears ring and eyes water.

We argued a lot but we never physically fought. It was obvious he regretted doing it because he instantly apologised but it was difficult to hear his useless apologies with the burning sensation on my cheek and the ringing in my ears.

He followed me, apologising profusely as I stomped upstairs, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. I put on my shoes then stomped back downstairs. When he saw I was going for the front door he stood in front of it to try and block me in but I just roughly shoved him to the side and pulled the door open so hard it banged against the wall before slamming it shut.

I didn't know where I was going. I'd only just moved to Cody and didn't know my way around. But I was barely even paying attention to where I was walking anyway. My thoughts were spiralling and I was mentally ranting to myself in my head. I don't know how long I was walking for but the streets were empty, apart from the odd person here and there.

My feet soon started aching a little and I stopped and looked around, paying attention to my surroundings for the first time since I left the house. The streets were completely abandoned and none of the buildings around me had any lights on, apart from one. Mickeys.

I'd never liked fast food ever since I saw a documentary about slaughterhouses. I didn't want to go inside because I could see the fluorescent lights and without even going inside, they were hurting my eyes. I decided to sit on the curb in the carpark.

It was autumn so the night was crisp enough so I could see my own breath but I've always liked the cold so it didn't bother me too much. It had been raining the day before so apart from a few puddles, the floor and the curb were dry.

I sat with my forearms resting across my knees as I sighed. I never even wanted to move here. I was fine before we moved. I was doing well in class, I had friends, I loved our town. Now what do I have?