His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 14

I swear my dad must bipolar. He can't pick a side whether it's about how he feels, his thoughts, decisions, what's right, what's wrong, what's in the best interest; you name it! That one song "Hot N Cold" was made just for him. I don't even get why he hasn't gone to that "House of Horrors" place ever since....ever since the incident. Is it because I kept mentioning how he's barely here? Who cares anymore, right? What's he trying to prove? All we ever do is fight now. Hope expressed, looking up at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep. Every time she tried, those images...what she saw, that place, everything...it all flashed before her as if it was still happening. Unbeknownst to Hope, it was taking a toll on her. I need a drink. She noted as she hopped out of her bed wearing her nightgown and descending down the stairs to the kitchen.

"I thought you wanted sleep." Niklaus spoke, sitting on the couch and drinking a bottle of bourbon.

Hope smelled a strange stench. As she walked closer, she noticed the pool of blood on the ground surrounding him, under the couch. "Yeah, well, I couldn't sleep." She replied. "God. Did you really have to bring them here?" Hope questioned, scrunching up her face.

"Bring what here?" Niklaus asked, oblivious to the event that previously took place.

"The girls. You could have went to that place and did that weird stuff over there. Not here. Now there's blood all over the living-room and it stinks." Hope stated, rolling her eyes and heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Hmm. You would know." Niklaus scoffed. "Oh, that. It'll be gone before you know it, love. It's not supposed to stink, at least not to our kind. We'll need to get that checked." He asserted.

"Gee. Well, it's not like I'm the one was a BDSM room! So, no, dad, I wouldn't know." Hope replied sarcastically. "Well thank goodness for that. And no. We are not getting anything checked. Just because you like blood, doesn't mean I have to. I don't care for it as much as you do." She shrugged, grabbing a glass of water and sipping it. When she set the glass down, her father was standing in front of her. "What did I do now?" She mocked.

"You're right, love. You wouldn't." Niklaus grinned. "You don't have it in you either way." He shrugged and walked away to the cabinet in the living-room and grabbed another bottle of bourbon. "Nothing. Nothing at all." He replied back, returning to his painting.

"And you don't have it in you to try anything. So I guess we're even." Hope affirmed, taking another sip of water. What's with him? He's acting kinda weird. Not that it's bad. It's just weird. He must have drank like 2,000 bottles or something. She wondered while placing her glass in the sink.

"Oh, I do. I just prefer not to." Niklaus vocalized.

"Which translates to hmm...you don't have it in you. Good talk dad." Hope laughed and walked into the living-room so she could get to the stairs. Her father pinned her to the wall, startling her. Hope turned around so she could face him. In just a few seconds, her face was already heating up. Their noses were practically touching.

"Again. I do. I. just. prefer. not. to." Niklaus emphasized, whispering against her ear slowly. His chest slightly rubbed against her hard nipples underneath her nightgown as he leaned in; taking note of her quick arousal. He gave her cheek a soft kiss, dangerously close to her lips. "Good talk, love. Goodnight." He smirked, knowing he had her wrapped around his finger. He stepped back so he wasn't blocking the stairs.

"Goodnight dad." Hope muttered back, embarrassed, aroused, and confused; she then walked up the stairs to try and get some sleep again. This whole entire thing was weird to her. And it only confirmed his bipolar tendencies. But she had to admit she did like it. A little bit. Okay. A lot. She confessed. Maybe he should drink some more. Hope thought as she crawled onto her bed and shut eyes, trying to sleep.