written in scars || father lrh (au)

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"What do you mean she's mine?" I growled.

"She is your daughter, Mr. Hemmings. She is 7 years of age, and she remembers not a thing of who she is." The woman spoke.
I peeked my gaze through the glass window, where a young girl sat, notepad braced in her lap.

"How can you be so sure?" I bit my lip.

"According to her birth certificate, her mother was a Miss. Dahlia Rose Smith, and a Luke Robert Hemmings her father. There was also a note, with outdated contact details - luckily, we were able to trace you through your phone company."

"So? Why not find Dahlia, since I don't care." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Mr. Hemmings."

"And why is that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Because Miss. Smith is dead. She has been for 3 years. It appears this young lady must have been staying with a distant relative."

So, she was abandoned.
"She's not my problem." I scowled at my feet.

"Then I'm afraid she'll have to go into the care system." She sighed.

I looked back through the glass at the little girl staring back at me with my eyes.
"I'm gonna regret this..." I muttered beneath my breath. I wanted to run, but something forced me to stay. I couldn't leave an innocent little girl - my innocent little girl - neglected in this cruel world. Not like my parents had done to me. I sighed, crossing my arms. I met the woman's eyes just before she was about to turn and walk away. "Wait - when can I take her?"

She smiled, clapping her hand together. "Right this way - we just need to discuss your... past, and hopefully sign some papers, and then you and your daughter should soon be on your way!" She exclaimed, heading towards an office room. I looked back at the girl before following the lady.

"Hey, what's her name?" I questioned.

"Leilani Rayn Hemmings."
{Lie-lah-knee|Ray-uhn|Hemm-ings}