sweet tastes and alluring scents (2P England X Reader)

Kill Me?

I don't know why but I feel this chapter isn't up to scratch. anyway early warning I'm going to france on a trip with my school so kinda busy ect. though if there is wifi I'll try to update k? well Thanks for everything :D

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3rd person:

She strolled down the sweeping stairs, more ready then she'll ever be to face her farther. She was escorted to a door, left to enter alone. She swallowed. She took in a deep breath calming her nerves and preparing for what ever awaited her among the door.

She entered without even bothering to knock but he grunted all the same, acknowledging she was there, his glare never leaving his work. "Sit" he ordered sternly, she did as told knowing she was already in his bad book for her words earlier.

He glanced up only to scowl at her appearance "what are you-a wearing?" he questioned ready to lash out at any smart remarks. Her brain quickly had a sarcastic comment already to go but she knew this wasn't the place or time so pushed it to back of her mind.

"Sorry Padre" she breathed, the words brunt her tongue knowing if anyone deserved an apology out the two, it was her. He huffed out a sigh clearly annoyed at the simple answer; he entwined his fingers leaning on them as he challenged his child in a stare. Crimson orbs against emotionless (E/c) ones. "So-a (F/N)..." he started her figure tensed at the use of her name, damn she knew she was in the S*** now! She shifted her eyes down to her hands

"Who are the F.A.C.E Family?" he questioned slowly, she could feel his glare bearing down on her skull. "I don't know Padre" She spoke the truth, without a stutter or pause refusing to give in to the Fear, her nerves and most of all her farther. "LAIR!" he spat, a knife barely missed her face hitting the back of her current seat she flinched at the sound of the metal blade hitting the wood as strands of her (H/C) locks fell, making her hair jagged and un even. Never letting her eyes raise from her clenched together hands, 'everything's going to be just fine... you'll be back home in no time' her thoughts repeated to her, in till her breathing had returned to normal.

She heard another faint sigh followed by light footsteps. "Look at me-a ciliegia ..." he demanded softening his voice. She knew if she disobeyed it would only get worse so she raised her head. No emotion showed through out her features as (E/C) meet crimson once again.

"I don't-a want to-a hurt you ciliegia but..." he pulled his knife from the chair "you fully well know-a I hate it when you-a lie, I'm certain you-a know who I'm talking about...does-a Allen, Oliver, Mathew or-a Francios ring any bells?" he asked menacingly playing with his knife between his finger tips.

Her eyes widened at the names of 3 people who hade played a role in her life lately. He noticed giving a smirk knowing he was right. "If-I-a EVER-see you-a even think-about- those- bastards- again-I'll..." A deep thrown stretched across the Italians face as he held a knife to his own daughter's throat.

A smirk dragged across her face as she completely lost her composure. "Kill me?" she finished glaring at him. "Oh-no-ciligia..." he smirked back liking her change in mood that he was about to ruin oh so carelessly, "I'll-Make- You-KILL-Them- One-By-One" He grinned removing his knife knowing he'd won this round. Her body and mind froze at the statement her vision replaying the memory of why she had to leave this house to begin with. He sat back down and waved his hand dismissively finished with his threat.

She took her chance, escaping from his menacing presence. She almost clasped as soon as she shut the door behind herself, she quickly sprinted away covering her face so no one could see her tears. She slammed the door to her room then flung herself onto her bed smothering her self in her quilt trying to once again forget that one haunting memory. She tried to hush her tears but just couldn't help but cry, "A...I.....so..." she sobbed muffling her words.