Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)

Ch7: The New Normal

Reader POV

A few days has passed since the reuniting of you and your father, and you couldn't be happier. That empty void that had consumed you for so many years has finally been filled with love--fatherly love that you had been craving as long as you can recall. Now that you have your dad back, you feel whole again.

But you can't help but feel a pang of sadness knowing that you left Marcos behind; he must be worried sick. And what about your foster parents? Have they sent out looking for you? Does anybody miss you at school? What does everyone think happened to you? Do they care?

These thoughts flood your mind as you lay flat on your bed starfish-style, gazing upward. 

Suddenly you hear a knock at the door. Strange......you weren't expecting anyone to stop by, seeing as it's mid-morning. 

"Hello...?" you inquire.

The door opens and a jadeblooded maid walks in. "Hello, dear. I'm Oletta, your new personal maid," she greets, holding what you assume to be new clothes. "Your father requested these garments to your liking. Would you like to try them on now?"

"Sure." You nod and roll off the bed, and she walks over to you and sets the clothes down. She first grabs a plain purple t-shirt paired with a pair of black skinny jeans, then a loose-fitting grey scarf.

"Here, try these first," she says as she hands over the items and you walk over to your bathroom to change, not wanting to strip in front of a woman you just met. 

~*time skip to several outfits later*~

"Wow. Thank you! These are great!" you exclaim, putting the last outfit in your giant closet.

"It's no problem at all, Miss (f/n)! I hope you find your new home very comfortable." She gives you a warm smile, and you smile back-- a real smile. There's something about her that seems so trusting and loving and understanding. Almost motherly-- and it felt good. 

"Yeah, I think I'm really starting to like it here..." you say honestly, looking down at the floor and smiling weakly. "I was really scared at first, but I like being here with my dad. I didn't even think I'd ever get to meet my real parents...."

"Wow, I'm really opening up to her right now," you think as you continue.

"I really feel at home here, and I don't miss Earth as much as I thought I would..." You suddenly start to think about Marcos. "God, he must be so worried...I hope he's alright"

"That's great to hear!" Oletta responds. "Well, I have other things to tend to around the house, but feel free to call for me anytime, okay?"

"Yeah. I'll do that." 

You smile as she exits the room, closing the door behind her. You turn and look out your enormous window-- seriously, this thing is HUGE. The sun was beginning to reach its peak in the sky, so it was probably early afternoon. 

You decide to go wander the halls, maybe explore some rooms and potentially find secret passageways! How exciting :)

You haphazardly throw your hair into a loose ponytail and walk out of your room, your sock-covered feet slipping and sliding on the hardwood floors. You start to run down the long hallway and stop abruptly, letting your feet slide on the floor, and you let out a childish giggle. Gog, you haven't had this much fun in so long...

You sprint back down the other way and repeat, nearly crashing into the wall. You laugh it off and continue your childish fun; sprinting once more in the opposite direction, you're about to stop and slide, but your feet catch on one another, sending you flying. You land directly on your ass and burst out laughing, despite the initial pain. You lay there a while before finally getting up to continue your exploration. 

Wandering through the connecting and intersecting halls, you just meander with no particular destination in mind. But you're still desperate to find a secret room, so you open every curtain to see if it's concealing a secret stairway. 

Damn. No luck yet. 

 You eventually find yourself at the top of the grand staircase, and your choice of descent is sliding down the side railing, obviously. Surprisingly, you managed to slide all the way down without falling and breaking several bones along the way! "Good job, (f/n)!" 

You continue along your merry way, an obvious spring in your step. You have the entire foyer to yourself. 

THE ENTIRE FOYER. TO YOURSELF. 

WHOLE THING. TO YOURSELF. 

You know what this means? That's right. Time to fucking tear this shit up. 

You spend the next probably 20 minutes doing cartwheels around the room, collapsing about every 1.5 cartwheels. The next 20 minutes is spent slipping and sliding across the floor, and absolutely no grip for your feet to stop. The result? About 15 bruises and a dent in the wall. 

GHB POV 

What is all that fucking noise you've been hearing for the past 40 minutes? You can't get any fucking work done with all this motherfucking racket! 

Angered and irritated, you exit your office and head straight for the foyer, where the noise was loudest. A loud and sudden crash sounds as you near the doorway. You look to see (f/n) laying on the floor next to the wall.

And is that a dent????

You chuckle as you watch her stand up, stumbling slightly, then steady herself. "Gog, she's so fucking precious..."

She then starts to run towards the dining hall, slipping and sliding all the way. You laugh softly and turn away. She's so much like her mother-- curious and full of energy. 

Reader POV  

You race through the dining hall, the carpet letting your feet have some traction for once. As you race from one end of the room to the other, you catch a glimpse of something. 

Something cute. 

Peering into the kitchen, you see one of your dad's servants preparing what you assume to be tonight's dinner. He's an oliveblooded boy who looks to be around your age with slightly curly, longish midnight-black hair that perfectly compliments his round, yet structured face. 

He suddenly turns his head and catches you staring. You instantly turn around from the doorway and blush madly. 

"hehe.....oops"

You run out of there as quickly as possible, dashing straight up the stairs and back to your room. You jump onto your bed and roll around a bit.....excited, overwhelmed, scared-- all those feelings that come with a good rush of adrenaline. 

"Oh gog....who is that boy? I have to know his name..."