Safe (Wrench x Female Reader)

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"Dad, you can't be serious about that!" I laughed into my phone, my father's own laughter ringing through the speaker.

"I'm one hundred percent serious!" he replied. "I mean it! If I wanted to, I could bench press you like you were a piece of paper!"

I rolled my eyes, stepping into my apartment and locking the door behind me. "Yeah, well, you'll have to prove it to me the next time I visit, alright? Otherwise, I'll know you're a big liar and I'll never trust you again."

He chuckled at the childish lilt in my voice. "I'll prove it, don't you worry about a thing. Anyway, isn't it around midnight in San Francisco? Shouldn't you be asleep, right now?"

"I just got home," I returned. "After I do some laundry and whatever, I'll head to bed, I promise." I sighed a little. "You're a whole state away from me, I'm a grown adult, and you're still giving me a bedtime."

I heard a soft smile when he spoke. "I'm only looking out for you." His voice grew a little serious, a change that happened quite often. He had a tendency to get extremely emotional, at times. "You know, everything I do, I do it because I love you, and I want you to be safe. You know that, right?"

A scoff left me. "I know, Dad," I answered him. "I love you, too."

"Good night, sweetheart. Call me in the morning, okay?"

"I will. Good night."

At that, my dad hung up, leaving me to place my phone on the counter of my little kitchen, sighing and slinking over to my couch. Although I had a comfy bed with warm blankets in my room, the couch was much closer, and I was dead tired. The façade I'd used on my father, keeping my energy up and trying to sound as happy as I could, had seemed to work.

I felt consciousness leave me as I laid on the couch. The lights in half of the house were still on, my shoes were in the middle of my walkway, and I hadn't done any laundry or dishes like I promised, but it could wait until I was feeling more alive. It could wait until the morning.

That's the last thought I had before my front door, which had been locked, opened wide with a slow, long creak.