Dad! Logan x Teen! Reader
(I stg if I see one daddy comment, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind you perverted fucks)
"No."
He was being blunt. He didn't want you to go, you were his only child and the possibilitys are endless.
"Please! All my friends are going! It's just the beach and camping, why can't I go?" You really wanted to go, you'd be lame if you didn't go.
"Because I said so."
"As a teacher, you should know that isn't a good enough response." You mocked him.
"You're not going, and that is that." He looked back down at the papers on his desk.
You balled your hands into fists.
"Why!" It was more of a demand than a question.
"Because I said so." He raised his voice a bit, but you still didn't back off.
"I don't care! That's not good enough! Why can't I go?!" You were pissed.
As was he.
"Because you're not going and that is that!" He yelled, slamming a fist on his desk.
"I hate you." It was a whisper.
A whisper that hurt you both beyond belief.
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You regretted what you said.
How could you not?
You loved your father beyond belief.
And now...
It's your fault he's gone.
He stormed out, or at least that's what you thought.
In truth, he left to get you the money you'd need for your trip.
It was hour after he left that you got the call.
"Is this (f/n) Sanders?" The voice question.
"Yes I am, who's this?"
"I'm Dr. Sorrystone, from El Autor Apesta hospital. I'm sorry to inform you, we have your father here. He is in critical condit-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence. You hung up and took off to the hospital.
But it was too late.
He died 10 minutes after you got the call.
You were in the lobby when he took his final breath.
The last thing you said, floating through his mind.
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You woke up in a cold sweat.
You're dream having brought you to tears.
You hurried down the Hall and to your fathers office.
You threw open the door, tears cascading down your face.
The loud bang startled your father from his half awake state.
"Y/n?" He stood up and hurried towards you. "What's wrong sweetheart?"
You just cried as he pulled you into a hug.
"I'm sorry." You sobbed. "I don't hate you, I'm so sorry."
He almost teared up at how broken you sounded.
"It's okay hon, I know you didn't mean it. Calm down it's okay." His tone was soft, for a second you thought he was uncle Patton.
"It's okay, just breathe."
He held you until you calmed down.
"I love you dad." You mumbled, hugging him back.
"I love you too sweetheart."
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See happy ending... No need to kill me...
