Darlin'~ Striker x OC

Daddy Issues

Once I came in, Crimson was waiting for me in the lounge, like Alessio had said. I reluctantly walked over. He was staring at me un-approvingly.

"What is it now, Crim?" I said, annoyed. I had a busy day and I wanted to go to sleep, and see what was in the box. 

"I don't want you getting hurt again." Crimson said, irritated. He's been telling me to not be with Striker, that he knows his type. Well I'm not buying it.

"Crimson, can you just trust me for once! Cain was an asshole, but that doesn't mean Striker is!" I raised my voice, and he stared at me, a little hurt. I looked at him confused. 

"Must you call me that? I'm your father for God's sake..." He looked down, gritting his teeth. 

It had just occurred to me that I always referred to him as Crimson or Crim, never dad. I haven't known him long enough to call him dad, I didn't call anyone my dad. I didn't know I was hurting him in the process though.

"Do you want me to call you dad?" I said, and looked down at him from where he was sitting. He didn't look up at me. "You can go now." He said quietly, and shooed me away. 

I reluctantly listened, and headed upstairs. 

Once I got up there, I sat on the edge of my bed and rummaged through my bag for the box. I found it and opened it eagerly. 

There was a necklace, with a "J" molded from horseshoe nails. 

He handmade me this? How come he didn't want to see me open it? He even cut off the sharp edges. 

Was he trying to get rid of me?

Crimson's POV: (WARNING! SLIGHT SHIPPING! I LOVE MY CRACK SHIPS)

"What am I doing wrong Alessio?! She's so difficult!" I spoke through gritted teeth at my bodyguard, who was standing in front of me. 

"Crimson, she's fine, don't take it so hard." He said, putting his hand on me, and I relaxed a bit, looking away.

"I do everything for her, and she can't even call me her dad. Even Moxxie calls me dad!" I moved my hand away and stood, pacing. That girl will be the death of me. I just wish she's tell me what's wrong half the time, but she's so quiet around me unless she's making a rude comment. What does she say about me when I'm not around? Or does she forget I even exist when I'm not around?

"I do care about her, but I don't think she cares about me. I know she's an adult, and met me when she was an adult, but shouldn't she feel anything?" I looked up at Alessio, and he gave me a soft look.

"Crimson, don't worry about it too much. If you're that worried, ask her about it." He said faintly.

Maybe I'll do just that, but why am I scared to? 

Okay it's short but sweet okay, and I'm really proud of this chapter😤