Lol I'm writing this at work. I am definitely NOT supposed to do that. Anyways...! This story was requested by PandoraNEEO, so I hope you enjoy!
I actually really like the story I wrote. If I reeeaalllllyy feel like it, I might continue this premise and introduce other characters along the way in other oneshots. We'll see though.
Trigger-warning!
There are mentions of abuse in this story! The act is not explicitly described, only mentioned, but I still wanted to warn you all. If you are not comfortable with such things, please do not read. The person requesting did want something cute, so I promise there will be a good ending.
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Your 'father' was...a monster.
That man was more beast than human, preying on your fears like they were the only thing he could live off of. He terrified you, his shouts and slurred words piercing through you as you ran for a place to hide. But you could never escape.
You wondered how it was possible that you could be biologically related to this man. In front of others, he was courteous. His easy smile hid a lecherous grin. His crinkled eyes hid the promise of pain. It seemed, however, that you were the only person who could see through his façade. In the public eye, he was a well-respected business man. His company helped to create support items for heroes, the very same heroes he had so easily fooled.
There was no one here to help you...
Your eyes stung with unshed tears, but mostly from the black bruises that circled around them. Your lip bled, having been chewed raw as a nervous habit. Your chipped nails dug into your arms, a frail attempt at comforting yourself, a useless attempt at making yourself seem as small as possible. You hid there, in that closet, body sore and racked with pain. No one could hear your silent pleas, the fervent, almost delirious, whispers that escaped your lips like a prayer.
Someone! Save me! Help me! Please...please, please, please...!
But there was no one there to help you.
Life, then, continued as usual. Your father would act prestigiously in public, only to release his frustrations out on you from the day's passing. If your father received bad reviews, that was a beating. If there was a bad business deal, that was a beating. And you just accepted that your life would be this way, forever.
Until one day, it wasn't. Because...you met him.
You were just strolling around, hand held in a vice grip as your 'father' mingled with other business partners. There was a gala being hosted by some hero company you forgot the name of, and there were heroes and civilians alike attending. Of course, your 'father' wouldn't let you wander off on your own to snoop or to tattle on him. So he kept you by his side, presenting you off like you were some prize to these men who were as much as three times older than you. The perverts, looking at some little girl like she was a piece of meat.
You sighed, arm aching from having to hold it up. You finally had enough, and turned to your 'father', uncaring that you were interrupting him mid-sentence. "Excuse me? May I go use the restroom, father?" You hated that you had to pretend to be polite.
He gave you a nasty side glare, hand tightening around your own. "Are you sure you can't hold it in sweetie?" His smile was dangerous, but you were too tired to care right now. You would deal with this at home.
"I really need to go. Now."
He relented, hesitantly letting go, but not before quickly leaning down, making sure his next words were heard only by you. "Make sure you return to my side. And keep your dirty mouth shut. I'm sure I don't need to tell you why."
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Fanfiction[Request Closed] Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
