Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

The second she turned away from him, she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. It was maddening, feeling the way that she did. She had come to the conclusion that the jealousy and need for her father that she was experiencing was not normal, but even the realization wasn't enough to curb her unnatural feelings. She attempted to reason within herself as she began to walk away, a sense of anger forming in her mind. Anger towards her father for needing someone other than her, and anger towards herself for even being mad with him in the first place. It was frustrating, the young girl not fully understanding why she felt the way that she did, or how to even go about making the feelings go away. By then, a single tear had fallen onto her cheek as she began to walk down the steps, though she instantly froze as the sound of her father's voice reached her ears. He was lying. Just as she typically never lied to her father, he was never dishonest with her. It made it easy to sense that his words were not true, just as he had likely been able to detect the disinformation she had given him moments before. She had slipped away from his arms and walked away from him just seconds before. Even if he'd had a cancellation, he wouldn't have had enough time to fully read the message before his words called out to stop her. Strangely, that seemed to make it that much better. Seconds before, she had been angry with herself for the strange emotions she was experiencing, but now, he was allowing her to play into them, fueling her fire by giving into her needs. Her manicured fingers reached up to wipe the tear off of her cheek, blinking her eyes a few times to try and hide the trace of the tears that had threatened to spill over before turning back to face her father. There was still a hint of dejection within her eyes, though the moment she gazed up at him, it seemed to disappear as a satisfied smile came to her lips. In that moment, nothing else was relevant. She had entirely cast aside any thoughts pertaining to the plan's she'd had that night, and instead, focused on her father. Standing a couple of steps below him, she walked back up to the top of the stairs and wrapped her arms around him, her tiny body pressed tightly against his own as she rested her head against his chest. He felt warm, safe. And for a moment, she remained this way, still and silent as the voice in her head insisted on knowing what she planned to do next. Truthfully, she hadn't believed she would get this far. She hadn't imagined that he would cancel his plans for her, that he would set whoever else aside and put her first, and for a moment, the thought left her panicked. She needed to keep his attention on her, and not just simply for that night. She needed to show him that he didn't need anyone else, that she could give him everything he needed. For a moment, she found herself wishing that he had just gone, that he hadn't given in to her, because she knew the lengths she would go through to keep his attention would be reprehensible ones at that. Can we stay in and watch a movie? she asked sweetly, tilting her head up so that she could gaze into her father's eyes with a begging expression. The way her body pressed into him, her face lifted to meet his gaze, he was presented with rather revealing glimpse of her cleavage. Perhaps, he wouldn't even notice, or if he did, he likely wouldn't think much of it. And that was alright, because her mind was already beginning to swell with ideas, the girl having decided that she would take whatever necessary steps to keep her father to herself, from that night forward.