Miguel O'Hara x Reader Oneshots

Father Miguel

(Warning. Abuse)

Miguel came home from 'work' and came in to see you watching TV.

"Did you get anything done that I asked?" He asked as you sat up and looked around.

"I'm sorry... I got distracted. I'm really sorry." You muttered as he groaned and rubbed his head in annoyance.

"Sweetheart, I was gone for eight hours. Did you really sit here for eight hours?" He asked as you rubbed your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't feel well today and I couldn't do it..." You replied, looking away from him.

"Hey! Eyes on me when I'm talking." He demanded, snapping his fingers as you instantly looked up.

"Some days are just hard! Some days it's hard to do what you ask!" You shouted at him as he glares at you.

"Gabriella nunca fue así." He muttered as your eyes widened.
You stood up and hit his chest.

"I'm not her! I never will be!" You screamed as he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you towards your room.

"Clean your fucking room! And you're not coming out until it's done!" He shouted throwing you inside and slamming the door.

"I hate you!" You screamed as you threw stuff at the locked door.

"Keep going and I'll fucking sell everything in that room and we'll see how you go sleeping on the floor!" He shouted back as you curled up and began to hysterically sob your eyes out.
Miguel couldn't handle listening to you, he made sure your door was locked before he head out again.

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Four hours passed and you'd cleaned up your room.

"Daddy? Can I come out? Please?" You called out, not hearing anyone response.
You felt tears in your eyes and climbed into bed.

You woke up hearing a noise around 3am, you rubbed your eyes and could hear Miguel mumbling to himself.

"Daddy? Can you let me out?" You asked tapping on the door.
Suddenly it opened and you could tell he had been drinking.

"I did what you asked..." You muttered as he smiled a little.

"Look at that. Good job, little one." He said as you crossed your arms and looked down.

"Can I have something to eat?" You asked as he yawned and opened the fridge.
He grabbed out leftover pizza and chucked a piece on the table like he was feeding a stray dog.

"There." He said before grabbing a piece for himself.
You sat at the table and began eating.

"I'm sorry, daddy..." You muttered as he looked down at you.

"Don't start with that shit." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked back to you and I should've listened." You said as he chuckled and shook his head.

"You say that everytime, baby. But you're still a disappointment, aren't you?" He said as you stood up and backed away, no longer feeling safe.

"I've had enough pizza... I'm going to go back to bed." You said before running into your room and closing the door.
You ran into your closet and hid inside while you cried.
After a while you eventually fell unconscious from complete exhaustion.

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Miguel woke up the next morning seeing half eaten pizza on the table and everything came rushing back to him.

"Oh, God. Fuck, what the fuck did I do?" He muttered as he cautiously entered your room and panicked when he didn't see you.
He quickly opened your closet to see you clutching a teddy and fast asleep.
He knelt down and began to cry.

"Y/N... Oh, sweetheart. What did I do?" He whispered as he brushed a piece of hair away from your face.
You woke up and looked at him in fear.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm sorry." You whispered with tears in your eyes.

"No, no, sweetheart. I'm the one who's sorry. Daddy was stupid and very mean last night and I shouldn't have been. What I said and did is completely unacceptable. I'm so sorry." He whispered as you jumped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you tightly.

"I don't like when you drink." You whispered as you began to cry into his shirt.

"I know, baby. I won't do it anymore, I'll get help, darling. I won't be so harsh on you anymore, I promise. I love you so much... I'll never hurt you again."