𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

My Dad's A Badass| Request

AN: This imagine is written from Leon's 16 year old daughter's POV, where she defends herself from attackers until Leon and Y/N turn up! 

I've never written from this point of view before so I'm not sure how you'll all like it...I think I understood the request correctly, but if not I hope you still enjoy this take on it!

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D/N's POV: 

"So I'll see you on Monday, 'kay?" My best friend Paulina says to me as she walks me to her door. I nod, hesitating as I shove my hands into my pockets. It's just a little past the time I said I'd be home, but my mom's usually lenient unlike my dad who's probably panicking. It's dark outside since we spend all afternoon and evening scrolling through social media and studying just the tiniest bit, but if I rush maybe nothing will happen. I mean, my dad's always warning me about the dangers of the world but nobody ever really thinks it'll happen to them, and I'm in the same category. Our town's pretty boring, and with that comes safety. 

"Okay, see you at school." I smile, giving Paulina a wave as I leave her house. The second her door closes behind me I feel a sudden sense of unease, but it's probably just my nerves, all thanks to dad's constant lectures. I take a breath, stepping away from the house and beginning my walk home. I only live a few blocks away so it won't take long, I do debate calling my dad and asking if he can quickly come pick me up, but Friday night's are usually spent with my mom on one of their cheesy and gross date nights. They've been married for years yet they're still madly in love, ugh. I dismiss my idea, I don't want to worry my parents, and I know the Kennedy's have an overbearing need to coddle me, I'd rather prove to myself that I can manage a simple walk home without their assistance, I'm sixteen for goodness sake. 

I head down the near empty streets, taking the shorter path home. The street lights seem too dim, every shadow looks like it's going to leap out and get me. I almost laugh to myself at the childish fears as I speed up my steps and decide in a moment of desperation that I'll take the detour home through the alleyway that's almost a straight path to home. My dad's told me to only take this path in the daytime since it's dark and a lot of weird people hang out here, but from what I can see there's nobody here. I take a deep breath and briskly walk down the long alley, swallowing nervously every few seconds as I glance over my shoulder. I fist my phone in my pocket, heart pounding until I see two dark figures step out from another side street, cutting in as they stalk towards me. My steps falter as I stare at them, my adrenaline shoots up as I panic, my mind assumes they're bad but I can't know that. 

I muster my courage, remembering what Aunt Claire said at last years barbeque. 'You're stronger than you think you are, keep your head high and scare off the assholes who think they can corner you'. I blow out a breath, passing the two figures as I keep my chin lifted and feign a confidence I don't feel. When they pass my shoulders slump in relief, they're gone and I'm fine and-

"Hey, did you see her? Bet she's got a good phone on her. Maybe some jewellery that her rich daddy bought her. She's young, won't say a thing to anyone." One of the men mumbles to the other, it echoes down the alley as I hear their feet scuffle to a stop. I stop in my tracks, hands shaking as my eyes widen. I spin around, staring at them as they slowly turn and retrace their steps to me. I stumble back, almost tripping over my unlaced laces as my heart leaps to my throat. 

"G-get back, I haven't got any jewellery." I stutter, lying as I grab my pendant mom and dad bought me for my birthday. The men snicker at each other, still prowling towards me. I stand my ground even though I know running would be the best idea, but I don't think I'd be able to outrun them anyway. I want my dad. I want to go home. "Seriously," I shakily say, "my dad's a badass, he'll find you and kick your asses. He works for the government and he can get you put away for a long time." I try to threaten, but it's no good. The men finally reach me, raising their eyebrows as if surprised, but they're cocky and confident, they probably think I'm lying.