11:11 [ pewdiepie ]

XVIII. perspectives

"Fucking hurry, Danna. Why are you always so fucking slow?" Raphael huffed. "I have a lady coming over. You better have that finished before she comes, got that?"

"Yes, sir," Dawn mumbled as she wiped the floor with a piece of cloth. She took a moment to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand.

She flinched when she moved her right arm. It had been just a day yet she already received a blow on her body. For running away, you twat.

"Have you already cooked breakfast?" Her father asked, walking past her with a towel over his shoulders.

"We're already out of oil, sir," she muttered, enough for Raphael to hear.

"So?" he asked lazily, ruffling his hair with the towel in front of the mirror, "Cook something that doesn't use oil, stupid."

"Okay, sir," she sighed.

How she wished she was back at Felix's house. She'll never get scolded at like this.

She felt sorry for the aforementioned woman her father was dating. Did she even knew that the guy she's dating was secretly the son of Satan?

There was a knock and a woman's fruity voice blurted a hello on the other side of the door.

"Wow, that slut is early," Raphael chuckled and tossed the towel to Dawn, walking for the front door. "Forget about that. Cook the breakfast already."

Dawn nodded and scurried to the small kitchen. She looked at what was left of their refrigerator.

Their house was small that even the voices talking from the living room could be heard.

"Oh, you got a maid?" the woman asked. The footsteps stopped and the crunch of their worn sofa reached Dawn's ears.

She was surprised a lady even agreed to visit their poor house. Eh, maybe good looks was enough for her. Her father was a dashing guy, anyways.

"Nah, that shit will cost me money. I got a cheaper way that'll do."

"Ah, I see. You already got your daughter back?" The woman laughed softly. Raphael chuckled with her.

"Yeah, caught the son of a bitch in a fancy house."

"Wow, I'm surprised with her capability to choose a house to do the lying and pleading."

"Me neither," she heard the sofa making a noise once again, "but enough about her, babe. Where do you think should we do our next crime?"

"You know, I'm actually thinking that stealing with a mask on is not fun anymore," she complained in a child's whining voice.

"Then what should we do, princess?" her father asked, the last word in a husky voice.

"I dunno, think of something else."

Raphael chuckled again, "You're fucking insane."

"I know! Isn't it great?" the woman exclaimed, laughing sweetly.

"Anyways, we can't do crimes without our masks. I'm keeping a clean record. I'm asking help with a stupid cop friend every now and then, remember? Can't break his trust or I'll lose an asset."

"Right, right."

Dawn silently took back the pity she felt for the woman.

That's why she agreed to date her father. It was not just his looks. It's because they're both wickedly out of their minds.