Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)

Ch5: It's Only A Dream!...Right?

Reader POV

"I-is that...? Light?" you think warily, disoriented for the moment. You try to open your eyes, but it becomes increasingly difficult; your lids feel like 45lb weights! You pry them open, one by one, taking all the effort you're willing to give at the moment, and look around.

You're in a bedroom. A purple one, at that. Such a pretty color...... You become lost in thought as the color invades your mind.

NO. SNAP OUT OF IT. YOU NEED TO ASSESS THE SITUATION AT HAND.

Okay, so you're sitting on a bed....seems normal enough. It's so soft and plushy and comfy and I just wanna take a nap.......

NO.

Right. Back on track.

The bed has pillows. LOTS of pillows. And on the wall is a picture of...wait, is that YOU? It's totally you. But you're so much younger! You look like a toddler--probably because you ARE one in the portrait. And hOLY SHIT YOU'RE SITTING ON THE SCARY GUY'S LAP. But wait a second, is he...SMILING!? And there's a human woman there too....she looks a lot like you, especially her facial and body structure. Weird...

You look away, examining more of the room. To your left is a big, squared-pane window with an open view to the garden below. It's the middle of the night, you assume, so it's dark outside. To the right of the window is the portrait, and another window at the end of the wall. The wall in front of your bed has a door that appears to lead to a bathroom--a purple bathroom--and a giant mirror in the middle of the wall. The one to your right has a door at the front, a walk-in closet in the middle, and an oak dresser to the right. On each side of your bed is an oak nightstand with a purple lamp with black lace and beads dangling from the lampshade. Your bed looks like the ones from royal movies: tall bedposts, satin sheets, a large array of fluffy, decorative pillows, and close-able drapes around the sides, although they are open at the moment.

Okay, surroundings have been evaluated. Now what? You decide to get off the plushy surface and check out what lies on the other side of your door. Hopefully no more of those big, scary guards that forcefully took you from Marcos. From your home. You shudder at the memory, becoming angry and sad, loathing in your sudden dread and misery of missing home, being in a place so new and unfamiliar to you.

Feelings aside, moving on. You get off the bed and walk over to the door. It's closed at the moment, so you put your ear against it to hear if there's anyone out there.

Silence.

"Okay," you think. "Let's get this show on the road."

Turning the knob ever so slightly, you continue to listen for outside noises.

Nothing.

You twist it all the way, opening the door with caution and peering out of the view. Once the door is completely open, you poke your head out. "The coast is clear!" You think as you step out into the hallway. It looks really nice from where you stand: several lights on the walls, tasteful purple and black wallpaper, and hard oak flooring.

You're wearing the same dress from yesterday, but your hair is a mess; it's tangled into miscellaneous knots and curls, but frankly, you don't even really care. Then suddenly, as you had just started walking down the hall, one of the scary blueblooded guards rounds the corner. You turn around as sharp as a needle and dart for your room, but it's too late; he saw you as you were just about to enter the doorway.

"D--> Good evening, miss (f/n)."

"Fuuuuuuuck......." You think as you turn around. You give him a slight wave. "Hey....I was just about to, um, go to my room..." You say as you point awkwardly at your open door.

"D--> You can after dinner. The Grand Highb100d has requested you to join him."

You fake surprise, although you are at least slightly stunned at the news. "Oh, the Grand Highblood, you say? Well, I can't go down to dinner with my hair like this! I'll just quick go to my room to fix it..."

He tries to protest, but you're already in the room with the door shut and locked. You do not want to have dinner with that "Highblood."

After a few minutes of sitting on your bed, you hear a hesitant knock at the door. "D--> miss (f/n), are you ready? The Highb100d is growing rather....impatient."

"Fuck! What do I do? What do I say?" But before you can process this thought, the words remove themselves from your mouth. "No. I'm not going." Then you add hesitantly, "And you can't make me."

"D--> my apologies, miss (f/n), but I'm afraid I can't take no for an answer."

He proceeds to break the lock on your door and pry it open. Meanwhile, you become so startled that you fall of the bed onto the floor. He walks over to you, and you scuttle across the floor in a seated-crab walk sort of position until your back is against the wall.

He reaches over to pick you up and you scream. In fact, it's so loud that the 10-foot guard stumbles back slightly, hands on his ears. You seize the moment and race up off the floor, bolting out the door and into the hallway, not really caring where you're going, as long as it's away from there.

"Oh god....this isn't happening. It's not real. It's just a dream. Yeah, a dream! That makes sense! And I'll wake up at home with Marcos and no worries!"

GHB POV

You check the time on the clock: 5:50. You sent that guard to go get (f/n) twenty fucking minutes ago! Where the FUCK ARE THEY!?

You impatience grows and you pound your fist on the table, standing up from your chair at the long dining room table. You'll just have to go motherfucking find them yourself.

You prowl across the room to the doorway, opening the large and heavy doors with ease, a set look of malice in your eyes. Stepping out into the hall, you call to the first servant you see. "HEY!"

An oliveblood turns to you with a look of pure terror. "Yes sir?"

"Have you motherfucking SEEN MY PRECIOUS MIRACLE AROUND?"

She jumps slightly. "No, sir, I'm sorry, I haven't..."

You let out a cry of rage and punch the wall, walking off in another direction. The oliveblood jumps once more before scurrying off.

You confront every guard and servant you see, but none of them have seen her. Where the MOTHERFUCK COULD SHE BE!? You only get angrier as you turn each corner through the winding hallways, but stop once you see (f/n) turn right in front of you. A grin spreads across your face as she stops dead in her tracks.

Reader POV

As soon as you saw him, you stopped and stared, complete and utter fear racing through you.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshit....."