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{fifteen}

Your dad raised an eyebrow on his already angry-looking face when he saw Jack move his hand. It was touching your hip, above your ass but just below the middle of your back.
"Don't touch my daughter there." Your father snapped at Jack. Instantly, Jack's hand dropped from your body and he clamped his hands together behind his own back.
"Dad!" You hissed.
"(Y/n), why don't you help me prepare dinner?" Your mum interrupted.
"Jack, let's go to the kitchen." You tried to usher Jack away from your dad's reach. As soon as Jack started to follow you, your dad snapped at him.
"Stay where you are... We're gonna have a little, chat." Jack gulped but planted himself to the floor, as told to. You continued to follow your mum into the kitchen... She awkwardly greeted you with an off smile and a stroke on the back. Obviously, she knew you were nervous about Jack being alone with your father but, you couldn't risk going back into the lounge.
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Mr (y/l/n) looked me up and down, unimpressed. He kissed his teeth and sighed.
"Seán, why are you dating my daughter?"
What kind of fucking question is that? I love her. Isn't that enough, mate?
"Uh, well, (y/n) is incredible. She honestly never fails to make me smile, it's amazing. She's absolutely stunning, inside and out. I just, I'm so in love with her. And I have been since Signe passed, (y/n) helped me so much!" I could feel (y/n)'s father glaring at me as I expressed my feeling of his daughter.
"So one girlfriend dies and you just use my daughter to get over it?" He wrongly accused.
"Not at all! I fell in love with (y/n)!" I slightly raised my voice, correcting the old guy.
"What's your game, boy? Raising your voice to me! You're going to regret that.." (Y/n)'s father yelled, his face turning purple and red. I backed up a tiny bit to show he won before he swung.
I felt a full fist collide with my cheek and instant pain in my lower, left jaw. I then fell to the floor with a cry for help.
"(Y/n), help me!"
"Oh yeah, you think my daughter would stick up for someone like you." He mimicked.
Just then, (y/n) came running in. She fell to the floor to examine my jaw, cupping my face.
"What did you do, you cruel, cruel man!?" She started to cry.
"You deserve different!" Her father laughed. (Y/n)'s mum stood by and let him destroy my confidence, slightly laughing at how pathetic I must've looked. I was helped up by my gorgeous girlfriend and she tried to hug me.
"I have to go, I'm sorry.. I'll see you later, okay?" I kissed (y/n)'s cheek and showed myself to the door. As I got into the car and started the engine, I saw (y/n) in the wing-mirror, bawling her eyes out and mouthing an apology. A small tear streamed down my face and onto my now bruised cheek. I stepped in the acceleration pedal and set off...
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As Jack started driving away, you tried to run after him.
"He's gone, dear," your mum consoled.
"Yeah, leave the scum." Your dad butted in.
You turned to face them, still crying. You couldn't believe what you were about to say, but you had no choice.
"I don't know how to put this, I really hate the pair of you. Genuinely, I hate you!" You screamed, causing birds to flap out of a tree. Your mum almost instantly burst into tears but your dad stood shocked.
You started to make your way home, hoping to see Jack. Your parents were calling for you to come back but you didn't want anything to do with them anymore. Not even the last name. Even though you and Jack were nowhere near marriage stages, you felt happier at the sound of (y/n) McLoughlin. Not (y/n) My Dad Hit My Boyfriend And My Mum Watched And Laughed.
Continuing to cry, you fell into the corner shop to buy Jack's favourite chocolate bar, a Boost.
I'll give this to my babe the second I see him...