[⋆˙🔦⟡] vanessa oneshots

responsibility

And Vanessa would do anything he wants her to do, it's a promise, it's her responsibility- what she needs to do. So when her dad tells her to keep quiet, that's what she does. To clean up the mess her father- she created, that's what she does. To be useful. Why he still keeps her alive.

"Vanny, help me with this darn body." Her dad spits out, his annoyed expression says it all. "Yes, dad." She obliges, looking at what her father just did, like she always does. She hates the nickname, loathe- despises it.

"That's my sweet bunny." Her father smiles, giving her a compliment as she hangs her down in shame, guilt, filth, she's just like her father. She never says a thing, never disagrees, know what it would result in.

So, she continues, scrubbing the tiled floors and the checkered walls from the splattered blood as he walks out that damn metal door, remembering to put his hand on her shoulder on the way out, as she cleans it from the dark liquid, cleaning the tainted tiles from the depravity- of what her father did.

Only left there with her thoughts, the smell of a decomposing body and the thick pools of blood. And once she's finished, it's like nothing ever happened, the feeling of the warm liquid still trickling on the white latex gloves, painting it red.

Her hand is tainted.

She hurries to the restroom, not knowing where her father even went, just- leaving her alone, with the traces of the wretched actions he just did.

She stares at the reflection in the broken mirror, the messy strands of her blonde hair sticking out, and how much of a monster she must have looked, she doesn't even bother to fix it.

The more she looks, the more it doesn't look like her. She takes off the latex gloves, rips it to shreds, throws it away, as she washes her hand. But that wasn't enough to remove the filth of what she did. She helped her father, again and again, knowing it's wrong.

She looks, once again, to her reflection in the broken mirror. A reflection she doesn't recognize anymore, a reincarnation of her own dad.

"You know what will happen."

His words replays in her mind.

Vanessa drives home, her dad gone, as expected. (Like he always is.)

And they never talk about it, never acknowledge it.