A Daughters Rebellion

**Trigger/content warning: This story does include situations of non-consent. If situations of that nature are not your cup of tea, maybe give this one a skip and check out some other stories from the LLL.**

**Thank you all in advance for reading this story, I have wanted to write this one for a while. I will start by letting you know in advance, this is a standalone story and not part of a series. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy the read!**

"The rain is going to keep on coming folks, so keep those umbrellas handy if you are brave enough to go out in the storm." Said the weather woman on television.

Nathan sat on his cheap recliner, his legs extended out in front of him as the rain pelted the window to his left. Normally he hated watching the news, it was a continual onslaught of horrible world events that never ceased to end. But when it came to the weather...that was a different story. Channel five had the most beautiful weather woman Nathan had ever seen; olive skin, long dark hair that she usually curled at the ends, full chest which every now and again she gave a sneak peek at with a low cut blouse. And when she turned around to point at the greenscreen showcasing the map...that ass was to die for.

Nathan grabbed the glass of water on the end table next to him and sipped it, ensuring no ice made its way into his mouth. He kept his eyes glued to the screen where the weather lady- he couldn't remember her name- was showcasing the path of the storm with a swish of her hand. He set the glass back down and looked out the window at the relentless rain. It had been going nonstop for two days now and people were starting to worry about a potential flood. Nathan wasn't overly worried though, he lived on the fourth floor of an apartment building. The flooding would be an issue for the owners of the apartment complex.

He continued watching the weather report, especially as she turned around to show off her glorious ass, accentuated perfectly in her tight black pencil skirt. Obviously she wasn't showing off her ass and was just doing her job, but to him, it was a sight for sore eyes. He wasn't some weirdo that was going to jack off to the weather report either, but he was highly attracted to the woman on the screen and his crotch would give him away if anyone were to look.

Nathan gave a little jump at the sound of clicking coming from his right. He turned to look, realizing it was his doorknob. He dropped the lever of his recliner, sending his feet crashing to the floor and stood from his seat as the lock unlatched and the knob turned. The door flew open, letting in the sound of rain, and a figure darted in quickly before turning and slamming the door behind it.

"Fucking bitch!" Screamed a familiar voice from beneath the pulled up hood of the intruder.

Nathan's panic quickly ceased, replaced by shock. He watched as his daughter's face came into view as she pulled the soaked hood off her head. Her dark black hair was a soaking, matted mess as it clung to her rain-slicked face and neck, and she crazily brushed it away. She dropped her backpack to the floor and kicked off her soaking sneakers. She unzipped her hoodie and tossed it on top of her bag and looked to where Nathan stood with rage in her eyes.

"Nora...what is going on?" He asked her.

"Mom is what's going on! Always yelling at me and telling me that I'm such a rebel and looking for problems! God, I hate her so much!" Shouted Nora, waving her hands frantically in front of her.

"Ok, ok, calm down. Does she know that you are here?" Nathan asked.

"I didn't tell her where I was going, and frankly I don't give a shit! It's not like she cares anyway."

"That's not true, she loves you and would worry if you went missing." Admitted Nathan with an awkward smile.

"Right, I highly doubt it! She is just such a bitch sometimes, I swear!" Nora said, her tone escalating.

"That's new," said Nathan, pointing to Nora's head where a bright red streak hung in front of her face, standing out in contrast to her black hair. "I'm assuming that's what set your mother off?"

"It's fucking hair dye! My friends and I all did it for fun, just a streak, nothing crazy! But dear old mom said it made me look trashy, like I was looking for attention! So fucking stupid!"

"Language, Nora. And I'm sorry she blew up. I think it looks nice, really hip." Nathan said.

"Hip? Come on dad, you sound so dorky."

"I can't keep up with your lingo nowadays, every day it's something new." Nathan said.

Nora folded her arms over her soaked shirt. The rain had really done a number on her, soaking everything she wore. Looking at her t-shirt- a white one with a small logo on the sleeve of the arm, his eyes rested on her chest. The soaked fabric hugged her breasts like a glove- breasts that had just come in over the past year. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were visible under the see-through material. They were hard from the cold, and the dull pink color...

He shook his head, immediately casting the image out of his mind. "Did you walk all the way here? I could have picked you up!" He said, walking to a small couch in the corner of the living room to grab her a blanket.

"Mom wasn't about to let me use her car, so yes I walked. And I didn't know where I was going. I just sort of left and decided to come here after mindlessly wandering in the rain." Said Nora.

"It's like three miles, Nora! You could have called, you can always call!"

He draped the thick blanket over her shoulders, hiding her basically bare chest from view as she pulled it tightly around her.

"Thanks," said Nora, walking further into the living room. "I was just pissed off and needed to get out, I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Your mom can get a little...fired up at times, but she means well." Nathan said, following behind her.

"I'm sure you know better than I do, at least you don't have to live with her anymore, right?"

Nathan and Maddy- Nora's mom- were in the swing of a divorce. The paperwork currently sat in a drawer in Nathan's kitchen, signed and ready to send in, but Maddy wanted to have one final discussion before he did so. Nathan wasn't sure what that conversation would entail, but he doubted it would be a plea for another attempt at making things work out between them. The marriage, which started to unravel when Nora was roughly five, took a bigger downward spiral with each passing year until Nathan called it quits. He still loved Maddy, and always would, but he couldn't live with her anymore. She was a passionate woman, but that passion turned to aggression more often than not. Nathan moved into his current apartment a little over three months ago, and he was already experiencing a heightened sense of peace.

"Your mom and I didn't see eye to eye on most things, but she is still your mother and as hard as it may be to realize, she does love you. She is just a lot to unpack at times." Said Nathan, sitting back on his recliner.

"You don't have to sugarcoat it dad, you can be blunt, I'm not going to rat you out to her." Nora said with a sly smile.

"I'm serious, I still love your mom, we just aren't a good match for each other and it makes more sense to do things on our own. It's a bit easier now that you're an adult. We wanted to hold things together while you were a kid, and we really did try to make it work."

Nora kept her eye contact as if the answer wasn't good enough.

"Even though yes, she can be a bitch at times." Said Nathan.

Nora laughed. "I'm going to use the shower, I'm fuc- sorry, freaking cold."

"That's fine. I'm going to text your mom and tell her that you're here, I don't need her going apeshit on me when she realizes you're here and I didn't say anything. I'll tell her you are good to stay here while things settle." Nathan called after her as she disappeared down the hall.

He heard the bathroom door close at the end of the hall and picked up his phone to text Maddy.

"Hey, Nora is here with me. I told her she could stay while things simmered down between you two. And it's not really my business, but it's just a streak of dye, Maddy, she is an adult and can do what she likes. Let's be honest, she could be up to a lot worse." He hit send. He was sure she would have something snarky to say about him telling her that it's no big deal, and he would deal with it later.

He looked at the TV which was back to the regular doomsday news so he flicked it to another station showing some action movie, while also listening to the rain beat against the window. He stood and grabbed Nora's hoodie and took it to the laundry room where he tossed it into the washing machine. He made his way down the hall, hearing the shower from behind the bathroom door. The room across the bathroom was his room, and Nora had her own room which was next to the bathroom.

He stepped into Nora's room which was small, having enough room for a bed, small dresser and a little end table. The closet had a few shirts that she had brought over, but not much more. The bed was made and it was clean, something he made sure of before she would come visit. Nora mostly lived with Maddy in his once-upon-a-time home in a nice, quiet neighborhood but would come visit him on the occasional weekend. Being an adult, she came and went as she pleased, and he was fine with that.

Nathan didn't need much, hence the small apartment. He was closer to work which meant a very small commute and he could watch, eat and drink whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. The life of a bachelor, so to speak. He left her bedroom light on and walked back to the living room where he topped off his water and sat back down, pulling the lever to recline in his favorite spot.

*

Nora shut the bathroom door behind her and quickly turned on the shower as hot as it would go. She hugged the blanket tight, stifling a shiver, and looked into the mirror where her reflection showcased a soggy, wet mess. The bright red streak of hair ran from her forehead to where it was tucked behind her ear. Seeing it should make her happy, but it just pissed her off more.

"Stupid bitch, it's just red dye, get over yourself." She whispered to herself, thinking about her mom yelling at the top of her voice after seeing her "act of rebellion".

The steam from the shower started to rise over the curtain rod. Nora dropped the blanket to the floor in a heap, and with cold, shaky hands, unbuttoned her pants. She tugged them down her legs which were covered in goosebumps and stepped out of them, pulling her socks off in the same motion. She pulled her wet shirt over her head and tossed it on top of the other damp clothing and blanket. She gave another glance at the mirror, standing in just her pink panties which also happened to be soaked.

Her mom had always called Nora "a late bloomer" when it came to her body. She went all throughout junior high and high school being flat as a board, while her friends sprouted breasts and their asses plumped up nice and thick. She had begun to write those things off for herself, prepping for a life of no tits and a flat backside. Yet shortly after graduation, her body decided to play catch-up and seemingly overnight, a perky pair of boobs had grown from her chest and her ass swelled from nowhere. She could remember that moment, when a wave of relief had washed over her like a tidal wave even if it meant having to replace her bras- something her mom was not too thrilled about, go fucking figure.

Her cup size wasn't anything impressive, not like her friend Gloria who spotted some fucking D cups, but she was happy with her C tits and she gave them a playful grab while sticking her tongue out at the mirror. She pulled her panties down and scrambled for the shower, throwing back the curtain to a billowing cloud of steam which enveloped her in the sweet embrace of warmth. The water felt amazing as it banished the cold from her bones and for several moments she simply stood still, letting it wash over her entirety.

She washed her hair with the cheap shampoo and conditioner her dad always bought- the fucking cheapskate- and lathered her skin with the similarly cheap bar of soap. The red strands of hair dangled in front of her face as she scrubbed her legs, again igniting that fire in her stomach. Why was her mom such a cunt? All she wanted to do was be herself and live a little, but no matter what she did, she could never do right by her mom.

She hated feeling this resentment, like bile that rose in your throat, but when it came to her mother, it was just so damn natural. She didn't even realize she was bunching her fists until her palms began to ache. She released the tension and focused on her breathing, closing her eyes and letting the water wash away the angst. She wouldn't let her mom ruin her night any more than she already did.

She turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She rifled through the vanity and to her dismay found no hairdryer. She always forgot to bring one with her. She dried it to the best of her abilities with the towel before wrapping it around her chest to cover the goods. She scooped up the cold wet clothes and blanket and left the steamy sauna of a bathroom. She quickly bolted for her room- the light already on for her, and shut the door. She dropped the towel and began coating her skin in lotion, a ritual she had always done after a shower. She fucking hated the dry skin feeling.

She pulled on a pair of clean panties and a bra, luckily she had a few of those here, followed by some sweats and a hoodie. She combed her damp hair and looked around the room. What was she missing?

"Phone!" She said aloud, realizing she hadn't checked her phone.

She sifted through the cold, wet clothes and found her phone in the pocket of her jeans. Luckily the new phones were waterproof, otherwise she'd be fucked! To her dismay, a text from her mom flashed on the screen. She could not get away from this woman!

She unlocked it and read the message, her blood boiling. "So you're just going to run? First you pull off that stunt with your hair and then you bolt when I ask you about it? To your father's house no less. Well enjoy your visit with him and don't bother coming home until that ungodly red is gone!"

"Fuck. You." Nora said, typing the words on her phone at the same time.

She hovered over the send button, wanting so badly to tell her mom off for once. But she couldn't do it. She deleted the message and locked her phone. She wouldn't give her mom the satisfaction of a reply and would instead let her stew in her anger. But she couldn't lie and say she wasn't pissed off herself. She wanted at that moment to hurt her mom, make her feel small for once. Turn the tides on her and sling some of her own medicine down her fucking throat. But how?

She tossed her phone onto the bed and plopped down next to it, her mind frantically buzzing with hatred and anger. She didn't really hate her mom, at least not entirely. She just hated the way she made her feel. She wanted her approval, even though she would never admit it. Her dad was easy going, loved her for who she was and always made her feel cared for. He was a safe space and she didn't understand how her mom could just let him go like she did. She didn't know how much she truly lost by letting him leave. But it would dawn on her at some point in her life, and Nora hoped it would sting like a bitch.

She played with the strings of her hoodie, twisting them in her fingers and pulling them tight. She stood and paced the small room, listening to the rain outside which made her shudder. Try as she might, the anger inside of her refused to dissipate and she contemplated telling her mom to stuff it and that she would live here full time with her dad. She knew he would be ok with it, she would even help him pay for the rent.

"I'm staying with dad, and I never want to see you again, you dumb bitch," Nora said aloud, continuing her pacing. "I would love to see the stupid look on her face as she read that."

She heard an explosion from the TV in the living room. In all her anger she had forgotten about her dad, sitting out there alone in his recliner. Then, it hit her. The perfect idea, the solution to her problems had been here the entire time. She pocketed her phone and made a quick outfit change before leaving her bedroom toward the sound of cinematic action.

**

A car exploded in the action movie Nathan was watching, making everyone in the street scream and run for cover. He wasn't particularly invested in the movie, but it was better than twiddling his thumbs. Nathan didn't care to pay for the premium entertainment package which had all the big movie channels, and merely settled for the basic package which came included in his rent. If he didn't have to spend the extra bucks, he wouldn't. He took another sip of water, sparing another glance at the window which was still being hammered by the rain. A few minutes later, he turned at the sound of Nora's bedroom door opening from down the hall and watched as she entered the living room.

"Hey, hon. Feel better?" He asked.

"Mmhmm." she replied as she stared at the phone in her hands.

He shook his head. People and their phones these days, a bunch of mindless zombies walking around in their own little worlds. He continued watching his show; there was an impressive shootout happening right now. Nora fumbled with something on the kitchen counter and he turned to see what she was doing, and she awkwardly played it off. She readjusted the fake potted plant he had on the counter, possibly bumping it by accident. She then opened a cabinet door and grabbed a glass. She pulled out the two-liter of soda and filled her cup full. She took a big swig of the cold soda and set her glass on the counter before heading into the adjoining living room, and sat on the couch next to his recliner.

"Whatcha watching?" She asked.

"I honestly don't know what it's called, but it's not half bad." He admitted.

He glanced in her direction, expecting to see her face buried in her phone again, but she was watching the movie, no phone in sight. He was surprised at that. He also couldn't help but notice her gray tank top, one that seemed just a tad too small on her and it hugged her body tightly. She had also, yet again, foregone a bra which was made abundantly clear by the small peaks of her nipples beneath the fabric. The shorts she wore were indeed very short, but unlike her tank top, they were baggier and hung loosely around her upper thighs just below her ass. Her dark black hair was still damp, with the striking red strands tucked behind her ear.

He pried his eyes away to watch the movie after snagging a look at her blue panties through the open maw of her shorts as she crossed her legs. He couldn't help but notice how much his daughter had grown up over the past few years, right before his eyes. She had a bit of his ex-wife in her, especially when it came to the sudden outbursts- although much more diluted. He loved her more than anything, being his only child, and was happy to have her here with him. Even if it was the result of fleeing from an argument with her mother.

"Did mom text you back?" Nora asked him.

He looked at his phone and was a bit surprised to see nothing. "Nope, doesn't look like it. Has she reached out to you?"

"Yeah, but I'm not in the headspace to talk to her now. But she knows I'm here so if she comes and breaks the door down, I'm sorry."

Nathan laughed. "This will blow over, it always does with her."

"Do you have any popcorn?" She asked.

"I, uh...I think so. Let me check." He said, dropping the lever to his recliner again.

He walked to the kitchen, grabbed the last bag of popcorn from the pantry and popped it in the microwave. He watched the show from the kitchen through the gap in the cupboards and the counter as the pops sounded behind him. A big flash of lightning lit up the window, followed by thunder.