"Y/n! Come down it's time for dinner!" I shout out as I serve our plates.
"Coming daddy!" She shouted back.
I smile as I place our plates on the table. It's just me and my little girl, Y/n. Y/n's Mother died when Y/n was a couple months old. So it's just me and my babygirl.
"What's for dinner, daddy?" She runs down the stairs and hugs my leg, smiling brightly up at me.
"Spaghetti! Your favorite!" I announce.
"Spaghetti!!!" She runs over to her seat and sits on her knees to reach the table.
I chuckle and serve her some water in her cup. She puts her hands together, clapping happily. Y/n was too young to remember much about her mother, but she does a lot of things that remind me of her. Elizabeth, Y/n's Mother, loved Spaghetti, she loved to run around, she had a childish personality. I remember when we would go camping or walking by the bay, she would always run around and have the brightest smile on her beautiful face. I sigh at my thought. Y/n stops eating and looks at me.
"What's wrong, daddy?" She asks coming closer.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Please continue eating." I smile reassuring her.
She nods and smiles brightly, and continues eating. I begin to eat and smile at Y/n, seeing how she enjoys her food.
Oh Elizabeth, how I miss you..
I sigh and poke on my meatballs on top of the spaghetti. Y/n finishes up her food up in joy. She hops of her chair and runs over to me.
"Daddy, something is wrong, please tell me I wish to help." She tilts her head lightly and tugs on my shirt.
"I'm okay, baby. I'm just very thoughtful today."
She looks at me and pouts but nods.
"Alright."
She continues to eat and look outside the window. I look at the clock. It almost evening. She quickly finishes her spaghetti. She picks up Her plate and hops off the chair. She runs into the kitchen and leaves the plate in the sink. Quickly she pulls a stool over to the big window in the kitchen. I pick up my plate and put it in the sink. I watch as she places it by the window and climbs on it to sit. She looks out the window, completely focused. Confused, I walk towards her and look out the window. I see nothing but the backyard and an abandoned house on the other side of the picket fence. Her small orbs focus on the house.
"What is it, sweetie?"
"Nothing, daddy."
I back away and go to the sink to wash the dishes. Glancing at her ever so often. It's been 30 minutes and she is still there. I finished the dishes and clean the table.
"Y/n, sweetie. Do you want to play some board games?"
"Not right now, daddy." She said as continues looking out the window.
My eyebrows knit in confusion. This was the very first time she began to look out the big kitchen window.
Years passed and she continued to do this every Sunday evening. It's like she is waiting for someone. Y/n is 17 now, soon to be 18. I decided on asking why she did this. I sit in the living room and sigh as I think it through.
Should I ask her?
I mean I have been in the dark for many years on why she did this. Getting up, I head to the kitchen, it's almost one, so her hour trance will end soon. I look down at my watch and then up at her.
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
She stands up and lifts up the stool and puts it back.
"Y/n, wait can we talk?"
"Sure, daddy. What's wrong?"
I lead her to the dining room. She sits down and I take a seat.
"Honey. I have been wanting to ask you this for years now."
"Yes?"
"Y/n, why do you look out the same window at the same time on a Sunday?"
She looks down at her hands and then she looks into my eyes.
"Well you see daddy, Yoongi waits for me."
"Who's Yoongi?"
"He's a demon and he talks to me when I sit by the window. He lives in the abandoned house."
My eyes go wide.
A demon!
"Y/n, don't play with me?"
"I'm not daddy. Yoongi told me that you wouldn't believe me. He was right."
"How did you know of this demon?" I ask terrified.
"I'm not quite sure myself. But I remember hearing his voice calling my name. So I complied and did what he asked me. I must sit at the same window, same time and day. Because he wishes to talk to me, cause he's all alone."
I gulp.
What do you do in my case? A demon has been telling your daughter to do something for so many years and you barely know until now...
I rub my forehead and she places her hand on top of mine.
"Daddy."
"Yes, baby?"
"Yoongi will take me on my 18th birthday. He wants to marry me."
I stand up and shake my head.
"No!"
She stands up and fiddles with her fingers.
"Daddy."
"No Y/n! No! I said no! He can't take you!"
A big thump on the back door.
"Oh no." Y/n whispers.
"What?"
"Daddy, he's here."
We head towards the back door and I see there stood a tall man dressed in all black. His hair raven black, he chuckles darkly and slowly looks up at me.
"Sir. You don't have a choice." He smirks evilly.
Yoongi pridefully raises his head. He uses his powers to pull Y/n to his side. Y/n looks at the floor. He lifts her chin up and I try to get her out of his grip. He puts his hand up. A weird force field holds me back.
"Y/n!" I cry out.
"Daddy!" She cries out.
Yoongi holds her close.
"Please! She's my only daughter. She is all I have!" I cry.
I try to get out of this invisible force field, tears streaming down my cheeks and Yoongi stares at me.
"All you have, you say? Okay. Let's make a deal."
"A deal?"
My eyes go wide and my tears continue.
"Yes a deal. I will take Y/n and she will marry me but she may come ever Sunday evening, but for only one hour." Yoongi puts one finger up with a huge smirk on his face.
The evil demon knew how he was going to break his future wife's father. He was going to break him until he had no other choice but to let his daughter go to him.
