"Baby, open the door. You need to stop this. Just open it for me. Please" My father yelled.
"Why?!" I sobbed, "Why do you love me?!"
"Because you're beautiful, and kind, and most of all you are my daughter. And nothing can ever stop me from loving you?" His voice cracking from crying, he fist landed on the door.
The bloodied blade dropped to the floor with a loud clang. Blood dripped off of the tips of my fingers, running down from the cuts on my arm. My fingers left a bloody mark on the lock as I twisted it.
"Oh, baby." The door swung open and my father's arms wrapped around me, his beard rubbing the top of my head we slid down the bathroom wall.
"Daddy." I clenched his shirt in my hand.
"I'm here," He squeezed me tighter, "I'm always here."
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The Three Words
RandomWhat if the beloved Markiplier had a daughter. What if she wasn't happy. But all that she needed to hear was her father's voice saying. "I'm always here." Those three words could change everything. A markiplier daughter fanfiction
