His Daughter (Discontinued)

(2) False Apologies Never Stick

Tw: physical child abuse/ manipulation/implied grooming

"Father, " she bowed her head, not wanting to quite look at him yet.

"You're late."
She resisted the urge to flinch.

"I apologize, sir, it won't happen again."
She heard the chair shift back and footsteps stopping at her left. A hand reached her chin forcing her head up.

"You always do say that, but here we are, again, I think that deserves punishment, do you not?"
He moved behind her, her hands clinged to the skirt she was wearing.

"If you feel it's fit."
She had learned to keep her magic under control, she refused to give her emotions the reigns to her voice or magic.
"I do, the question is just, "
His hand found her neck just a little too tight forcing her head to look up at the ceiling, "what?"

'What' she didn't know, he had already sent Greyback on her, he burned his mark into her arm, along with countless other things.
His hand found the bandages on her arm, tearing them off before whispering the incantation for the blood boiling curse.
She shut her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand unsuccessfully stopping a dog like whimper from escaping, her heir ring siting prominent on her finger.

She could feel his thumb rubbing side to side on her throat tracing the scars and his pointer pressing into her pulse. He took a step forward, "open them."

Ice blue eyes found a spot on the ceiling to stare at as she moved her hand back down.
He always did enjoy the look on her face in moments like these. The hatred, pain, annoyance, and something different.

The only noise in the room was her forced breathing.

The curse stopped after four minutes, the hand on her throat let go, turning her around and wiped blood from where her teeth had punctured.
The same hand that was just holding a wand to her back was just placed there messing with the ends of her hair. The hand that was on her neck rested on the back of her head.
She didn't want to find this comforting, but a part of herself did.

It was the same part of herself that let her hug him back, her arms around his neck. The same part of herself that still called him father.
The same part of herself that believed him as he whispered an apology to her, that wished that the only time he acted like he cared wasn't after he had thrown a curse at her, or after he saw the damage Greyback had done to her.
Because only Tom Riddle was allowed to hurt her, hell he was the only one allowed to touch her.

A knock could be heard from the other side of the door. He pulled away.
"Greyback and Avery, younger and elder." She spoke crossing her arms.

"Go take a cold shower, it will help bring your body's temperature down to normal." His eyes traced the scars on her neck one last time, holding anger that wasn't targeted at her for once, before moving back to his desk.

Greyback wasn't supposed to leave scars on her, visible ones at least.
She opened the door only to let go, taking a step to the side and turning so her back wasn't to her father, as she was met with the face of Greyback.
The alfa took a step forward, smirking as he saw the scars that had still not healed properly.

"Don't you have a job to do, Greyback?" There was an unspoken threat that probably included a new rug for his office, or perhaps castration of some sort.
Whichever one it was made Greyback retreat and walk out.
"Please, come in, take a seat."

She waited for them to enter before walking out closing the door behind herself.

She wasted no time in getting to her room, closing the door, locking it, and repeating the action with her bathroom.
Everything was too loud in one way or another.

She could still hear the muffled conversation happening in the office combined with the rustling of the laundry basket as her clothes got thrown in it, the light coming in from the small window was too bright.
Her eyes focused on the scars on her torso, a rune was burnt into her rib right next to where the scar tissue ended.
Even if it stops the transformation it didn't stop the hypersensitive-ness that came along with it or the pain.

She stepped into the shower closing the curtain and then the glass door.
The water hit her body as she sat down curled into herself.
She waited for the conversion to stop in her father's office to change the water temperature warmer and then fifteen more to stand up and do everything you were supposed to do in a shower.

She waited until the manor was silent before coming out of her room and heading into the library going into a dark corner picking a random book off of the shelf on her way. It wasn't until she glanced at it and immediately stood up to get something else.

"Ways to identify werewolves and their weaknesses" way to put salt in the open wound.

"Chahomie?"

"In here." She walked to the library's door.

"Dinner is ready."

She followed him out and into the kitchen, a table sat there big enough to fit, at most, six people without feeling cramped.

She internally cringed at the meat on the table. All she could think about was her first, and only transformation. She woke up in the middle of nowhere covered in blood next to a headless calf and its mother.
To say that it was the catalyst for her to refrain from eating meat any longer would be an understatement.
She had immediately thrown up once she had realized what had happened, she could only imagine the poor farmer who went searching for them only to find that mess.

"You're deep in thought."

She looked up.
"I was thinking of the muggle who found that cattle. Someone had to have stumbled upon it."

They fell into silence again. She didn't waste any more time in finishing, her empty plate disappearing.

"Cahomie,"
She was almost out of the door, but turned, her back against the door frame, hand on the knob.
He didn't look up from what appeared to be a letter that had appeared a couple of minutes ago,
"Don't let me find out that you were at the Black manor without my permission again. Am I correct to assume that is what had made you late earlier?"
He wrote something down on the paper and it disappeared.

"Yes, sir."

He nodded and waved her off.
She didn't see or hear him for the rest of the night.