Their Things | one shots

16. Life & Love - LAC

@princessJen_nifer said:

Could you do a one-shot on Charlotte and that boy that was mentioned in the story or any boy in general so we can see Slade's reaction?

Rating: Non-mature

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Slade Kolosov's POV

My nightmare had finally come true.

After years of waiting, it has finally been fulfilled and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I could feel my left eye twitching as I gripped the wooden surface of the handrails of the stairs in our home. I was pretty sure that my knuckles had turned white from how hard I had been clutching onto it.

There wasn't a doubt as to what I just saw and was currently hearing.

My daughter, my youngest daughter and well the only single daughter I had left had a boyfriend.

Fuck that and fuck whoever the boy was.

Gritting my teeth, I prepared to take a step down from the stairs to blow the roof of the house when fingers grabbed my arms and dragged me rather forcefully back.

Opening my mouth to protest, I was met with Mel's warning glare and wisely, I closed my mouth, but not without giving her my deadliest scowl.

And after years of marriage, Mel didn't even bat an eyelash. Frowning inwardly at that, I allowed her to pull me away from the staircase landing and into our bedroom.

Watching my wife drag me away, I was wondering where the hell did she get the strength to lug me around from one area to the next since I wasn't really entirely giving in.

Once our bedroom door was locked, I turned to her and stared coldly at her seated figure. "What the fuck, Mel!"

Seeing her still form waiting patiently for my rage to subside only fuelled it into a forest fire. "You're actually letting her go out with some high school cretin? OUR CHARLIE?! WHAT THE FUCK! FUCK THAT!"

Mel stared at me, nonplussed, arms crossed over her chest while raising an eyebrow knowing that I wasn't done with my rant.

"She's only sixteen! Charlie knows that she can't date until she's forty!" I spat, my blood pounding through my veins at the very image of her and that fucking worm with his hands on her.

At that, Mel rolled her eyes and stood up and headed towards me and before she could say anything, I began pacing along the wooden floorboards and I was pretty sure I resembled a caged animal, waiting to pounce on my nearest unsuspecting victim.

"Slade, get a grip. Forty? Really?"

I ignored her, trying to control my temper. My hands were fisted and taking a quick glance into Mel's vanity mirror, I looked deranged. Or like an escaped convict.

"Slade," Mel prompted, hands reaching out for me to stop. Reluctantly, I paused, allowing her to step in front of me but still, I avoided looking at her.

"What?" I bit out through gritted teeth, continuing to clench and unclench my fists.

Mel sighed before her hands slipped into mine, intertwining our fingers as she stared earnestly up at me. "I know this isn't easy. Especially after Kat is off with Raphael but this is part of life and you have to accept that."

"She's just sixteen," I protested angrily, but the tension was already leaving my body and Mel could sense that as she offered me a small smile before leading me to the bed.