Angel and the devils love

My father...

(Y/N) your name

(H/L) Hair length

(H/C) Hair color

(F/C)Favorite color

(F/F) Favorite food

(N/N) Nick name

(E/C) Eye color

(P/N) Pet name

(F/D) Favorite drink

(Y/L/N) Your last name

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I'm trembling in my spot where I've heard his voice many times the voice thats suposed to comfort me, is the voice that leads me to stress I lift my head up to look at him

(Y/N):"W-what are you doing here f-father..." He gives me a brisk smack across my face which burns badly I cover my cheek with my hand and tears stream down my cheek

Father:"You little ignorant brat your mother was worried about you and then you leave a single phone call about a business meeting, anyways clean your face up your mother will be here in a few minutes you disgrace and set up the guest room For us we'll be staying" He proceeds to look around and sees a teddy bear he picks it up "What is this?"

(Y/N):"Its... a stuffed toy I made father" He looks at it

Father:"Its ugly you've always been into sewing this disgusting things You should just stop"

(Y/N):"Y-yes father as you wish" He throws the teddy bear away and sits on the couch I head upstairs and fix myself up putting make up to cover my bruised cheek then I hear the doorbell ring and I go downstairs and surprisingly my father answered the door and its... zane

Father:"Yes? hello"

Zane:"I am looking for (Y/N) to give her a thank you gift"

Father:"She-"

(Y/N):"Z-zane!" I see my father give me a glare, oh no I'm gonna pay for that... I walk downstairs toward zane and look at a little gift box he has for me "Is that for me?"

Zane:"Oh- yes of course" a blush runs across his face and I smile cutely at him, he hands me the gift and I take it gladly, he noticed the heavy make up on my cheek and reaches out for it "Are you okay (Y/N)? Why is there make up on your face?" He doesn't notice how close he is to my face, my eyes linger down to his lips, they look so.. soft

Father:"Okay you can leave now boy I need to have a conversation with my daughter" he places a hand on my shoulder causing me to have my eyes wide and almost shed a tear zane notices my fear

Zane:"Actually I feel like staying, is that okay with you (Y/N)?" 

(Y/N):"O-oh yes zane its fine with me!" 30 minutes later my father is questioning zane

Father:"What is your last name boy?"

Zane:"I'm Zane, Zane... romave" My father chokes on his tea, clearly surprised we have the son of the richest man in town in my home and in his presence 

Father:"what is your relation with my daughter?" he raises an eyebrow toward zane and gives me a nasty glare

Zane:"I am just her friend nothing more" zane looks over to the trash can seeing a teddy bear that is black.. with a scarf "(Y/N) Why is that teddy bear in the trash?"