"I'd better get going, Mary." I say as I go down the stairs.
"Okay, Sweetie. I'll see you soon?" She asks. I shrug.
"Maybe. If I can get past Dad." I give her a quick smile and leave.
"I'm going to give you once chance, Sophia. Where have you been for the last hour?" Dad asks me as soon as I get in. I freeze. Shit.
"In therapy. Obviously." I scoff but he already know I haven't been. Somehow.
"No, you haven't. Frank ended your session early because he wasn't feeling well."
Thank fuck he didn't tell him. I guess he must value his life.
"So, where have you been?"
"Can you guess?" I ask, hanging my coat up in the hallway.
"John and Mary's?" He returns my tone of sarcasm.
"Yep." I sigh and start to go upstairs.
"Where do you think you're going? Get back down here." He calls after me. I sigh again but do as he says.
"What do you want, Dad? You can't control me like this. I'm sixteen, I'm an adult, not a child. Just because you missed out on most of my growing up doesn't mean you can make up for it now." I tell him. He frowns and looks confused.
"I'm simply trying to stop you from making the wrong decisions."
"No, you're not. You're treating me like you treated Mum. Remember? You wouldn't let her go out, or have any friends. You kept her in, kept her for yourself. Well, you're not doing that to me." I fold my arms.
"I didn't do that to her, Sophia. You don't know what you're on about. You were young. You didn't know what was going on."
"I know perfectly well, Dad. I remember having to console her countless times because of what you did to her. She finally told me what was going on a week before you made me kill her. You knew she told me and you saw her as a threat. A threat to me becoming whatever the fuck you wanted me too. So you made me kill her. It fitted in perfectly with your plan, didn't it? To make me a fucking psycho killer." I spit at him.
"Don't you talk to me like that, Sophia!"
"Oh, just shut up, you evil fuck!" I yell, completely losing it for no apparent reason. "Just fuck off. Go back to your life like it has been for years. You seemed happy. I was happy. Then you came along again and fucked everything up." I'm on the verge of crying, but I can't. Not in front of him. Not now. I actually spit on him and then run off upstairs.
Like the heroine in Disney movies, I throw myself on the nearest object, my bed, and weep. I try to cry silently, not to let Dad know that he's gotten to me, but it's very hard. I realise I'm making quite a lot of noise but I've stopped caring. This just isn't fair. Why does he have to be such a control freak? Such a psychopath? Because he's James Moriarty. That's why. He's a monster. But he's also my father, which means that he can be especially evil to me, for some reason. Which isn't really fair.
"Sophia? Can I come in?" Dad knocks the door gently. I sniff. I must've been crying for at least an hour.
"Are you going to be a twat?" I ask.
"I'll try my hardest not to be, but it's kind of second nature to me." He says, making me smile.
"Fine. You can come in. But if you get even a tiny bit twatty, I'm kicking you out, got it?" I say and he opens the door and comes in. He sits next to me on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie." he tries to put his arm around me, but I push him off.
"Don't." I mutter. He sighs.
"I'm sorry. I was out of order." He apologises again. I look away. "I realise now that I can't control you like... like I did with your mother. I get that. I just can't help it. I'm sorry, Princess." he says. I sigh.
"Dad -"
"Please forgive me."
"I want to move out." As soon as I say the words I know I've made the wrong choice. He doesn't look angry. It's like before, when I failed my task with the CO, he's just disappointed in me. That's somehow worse.
"If that's what you want, then I can't stop you, Sophia." It's his turn to look away.
"Don't be upset, Dad." I say, regretting I ever even started this.
"I'm not upset, I just..." He sighs. "I want to gain the years back that I missed with you." He says. I can't tell if he's just saying this to get me to stay, or if he actually means it, but, either way, it's working.
"Really?"
"Really. I've missed you, Sophia, my little girl. My little Princess." He says and strokes my hair.
"I'm sorry." I whisper and let him hug me. We stay like this for a few minutes.
"You're make up is a mess." He says, chuckling.
"I don't care." I mutter into his chest. "I won't go. Not if you don't want me to." I whisper.
"Good. I don't want you to, Sweetie." He murmurs. "So you'll stay?"
"I'll stay. But only if you're nice." I tease.
"I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise." He chuckles.
"Good." I smile. I know I'm going to regret deciding to stay at some point on the future, but, right now, I'm happy enough here.
"You haven't eaten, Sophia." He says. I sigh. "Come on. Carrie made you something."
"Okay." And suddenly everything's back to normal.
A/N - I dedicate this story to Alois Kawaii Emo Crane Senpaii. You know who you are. I love you. Even if the feeling isn't mutual.
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