His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 27

*Today is June 26th, 2019. Set sometime in the morning.

It's been three days since I've returned. At first, I expected Hope to give me a lecture, as if I'm irresponsible, and throw a fit again, per usual, but she didn't. For three days now, she's locked herself in her bedroom. When she does come out, she won't talk to me, as if I don't exist. What have I done out of the ordinary to upset her this time? I can't seem to come up with an answer. Niklaus scoffs as he walks over to the cabinet in the living-room and grabs a bottle of bourbon.

In a hyper-vigilant way, he hears Hope unlock her bedroom door and her soft footsteps ascending the stairs. He knows if he engages in any conversation with her, she'll just ignore his entire existence as usual. But to him, it was better being ignored by her then not seeing her at all. Hope, is this really necessary? What do you hope to achieve out of this? Niklaus questioned, sucking his teeth in, as she walked past him, towards the kitchen. I should punish you for your insolent behavior. Niklaus grunted.

"Good morning to you too, love." Niklaus sarcastically announced.

Oh good. He's frustrated again. I don't care. He should be. In fact, he should be glad I'm not doing anything as bad as what he did! At the same time, I feel guilty like I'm doing something wrong. I feel sorry for him and I want to talk to him and touch him....okay no more! I'm not letting him off easy this time. Yeah, but isn't this too extreme? I mean...I didn't even tell him what he did...I've just been ignoring him. How could he possibly know that what he did in that place is why I'm like this? Well, he doesn't need to know! He's been gone for a whole week, that's bad enough. He said he would be "back in a bit". Liar. Hope scoffed

As Hope poured milk into her cereal, she realized her father was standing there, watching her like a hawk. For some reason, she started feeling a little hot and her thighs began to rub against each other. Can he stop looking at me already! Doesn't help that I can feel his eyes on me, watching my every move, like I'm some prey, like I'm naked, and it's making me feel weird.

After minutes of her father non-verbally provoking her, Hope finished her cereal and stood up, walking towards the sink and setting her bowl down.

"Hope, you will not continue with this behavior. I've had enough of your childish antiques." Niklaus sternly verbalized, standing behind Hope and cornering her.

Oh has he? I don't think so. I think he wants more! I mean it's not like he's been bothering me for days and he still thinks he hasn't done anything wrong. He still can't come up with a reason as to why I'm acting like this. Really? Well then he'll have to learn. Hope thought. She turned towards her father, and gave him a devilish grin, pushing past his arm with magic, and walking away. I bet he's so confused. Hope chirped, stepping up the stairs.

What in the bloody hell was that about? Niklaus frowned, frustrated. First she ignores me, and now this? It's gotten harder to understand her. He sighed, walking up the stairs towards Hope's bedroom.

"We will talk, Hope. I told you I've had enough." Niklaus grunted, opening the door handle. Hope was laying on her stomach against the bed. He noticed her unusual attire. Hope, love. You're testing my patience. Hope nonchalantly flipped a page in a book, as she laid there, cladded in nothing, but a black bra and matching panties.

"Hope, you do not want to play this game with me." Niklaus asserted, snatching her book, as he stood next to her bed.

Hope still ignored him, sitting up and ready to leave until he suddenly flipped her on her back against the mattress, hovering over her. "You are not going anywhere until you listen. I didn't want to have to resort to this, but you've pushed me into this corner." Niklaus verbalized, taking in Hope's sky blue eyes and sultry lips, begging to be kissed.