Warning: This story does contain talk of past abuse, though none occurs in this story. It also has a daughter being coerced by her father into intimacy, and mentions a neglectful mother.
Author's Note: This is a spin off from the Not What It Seems storyline. Nothing from this spin off is canon, nor will it be continued in the canon storyline. Please read note at the end for more info.
Disclaimer: No one in this story is real, the two characters are not in any way based off of real people, no one was hurt in the writing of this. It is not based off of any real events that I know of.
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Nervous didn't even begin to describe Valen's current state as she waited on the couch for her father to get home from work. She hadn't seen him since his blow up, after being told she would be moving out to be with her new boyfriend, and she had come here with the hopes that he had calmed down and they could talk. She really didn't want him stewing in his anger and then coming after her later when she had moved on with her life.
After spending the last three days at her new boyfriend's house, figuring out what their living arrangements would be once she got a normal job, Valen just wanted this to be done so she could go back to her new home. It was going to be weird, living in a house where everything wasn't expected of her -- and random men wouldn't be brought over to fuck her -- but she was ready for something new. While some part of her secretly enjoyed feeling like she constantly had someone's cock or fingers in her, she wanted it to be one person. She didn't like being shared.
She looked up when the she heard his key in the lock, and watched the door open. Her father, Darrin, paused in the doorway when he saw her. They shared a silent stare before he walked in and shut the door, locking it behind himself.
Nothing was said between them as he set his work hat by the door and then sat down in his recliner to get his boots off. In an attempt to ease some of the building tension in the room she got up from the couch and was about to move forward, planning on getting his boots off for him like he usually expected of her, when a hard look of warning rooted her to her spot. She didn't sit back down until he went back to undoing his boots, ignoring her as he worked the laces.
She felt a confusing twist in her gut when he rose to his feet, cast an irritated and dismissive glance at her, then the door, and put his back to her on his way down the hall to his bathroom. She flinched when the bathroom door slammed.
Darrin had always been a five minute shower guy, so Valen knew it was his version of a cold shoulder when he made her wait for nearly thirty. She had no idea he was taking his time to come up with a plan to make sure he got in his daughter one last time. Although he would rather keep her and not have to train a new partner at his age, he was ready to let the bitch go if she really wanted to. If it wasn't this guy, it would inevitably be another and he was too old to fucking around with that shit.
When Darrin left the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, he continued down the hall to his bedroom. He didn't bother looking to see if she was still there; he knew she was. Just as he knew it would mess with her to be so blatantly ignored when she had been the one to come to him.
Whether she was there to beg for her home back, or hoping for a calmer goodbye, a cold shoulder from someone that always had his hands on her in some fashion had to be confusing for her. That was the outcome he was hoping for anyway, as he pulled on his boxers and left the room.
In the living room, Darrin pretended to be surprised to find Valen still waiting as he made his way to the kitchen. He came back, sipping on a beer, and waited until he was seated in his recliner to acknowledge her.
"What do you want? And keep it quick, I'm not in the mood for your shit tonight."
His dismissive tone stung more than she felt it should have, but she pushed that down to just get through this. "I came here because I was hoping we could smooth things out, now that you've had time to calm down."
"Calm down? You screwed me over for some guy who may or may not be a 'unicorn' or some shit. Threw away everything, after all my damn sacrifices." He angrily pointed at her. "You're damn lucky I never hit you. I have half a mind to beat the shit out of you for having the audacity to come back around after all your accusations about 'grooming'. You didn't have to work two jobs or any of that shit, just one part time job to have your own money. You would've been screwed if you had to pay your part of rent out of your own pocket."
"I would have much rather it come out of my pocket than my body." She snipped at him, emboldened by the new confidence Jeremy was helping her build. "At least I'll be a quick learner for Jeremy when we start getting intimate."
Darrin frowned at her. "Better watch your mouth Val, because one day you'll need a place to stay. I'm already tempted to let your ass stay on the street if that happens."
"You'd whore me out again before you let me go homeless, and you know it."
"Like you really minded," Darrin scoffed at the idea, fully convinced each orgasm forced from her body was attributed to secret enjoyment; it couldn't have possibly been the body's natural response to enough stimulation. "You were even able to get laid on your period because Nate's weird about that. How can you argue that?"
"I wanted to decide who I slept with, Dad." Valen tucked hair behind her ears and folded her hands between her knees. "I wanted to decide who took my virginity, and you took that from me both literally and figuratively. You've groomed me into being your partner, while selling my body to your friends. You even let them have some fun for free so they can owe you later. You never let me decide anything about my sex life, unless you were giving me an either/or scenario.
I do feel bad for leaving you after the things you have actually done for me and not just yourself, but I'm tired of sleeping with you and whoever you pick or who you owe. You're my dad, we shouldn't even be sleeping together, and I always feel so wrong after. I want to go live with Jeremy because he wants to give me the life I want, with a home and a family. I can't have that with you.
He wants to cut you out of my life entirely, Dad." She wouldn't admit to either her father or Jeremy that she felt a deep dread at never seeing him again. "I want a break from you, while we both adjust to the changes, but I want us to end up moving past this." She should be jumping at the chance to get as far away from her abuser as possible. Yet she was more okay with taking a break and coming back to try having a normal relationship than she was with never seeing him again.
Jeremy told her it was guilt from the grooming she went through, and she wanted to believe him, but that broken part of her was suffering through this as if it were a legitimate break up. He didn't fully understand how deep her father had his hooks in his little girl. He had no idea there was a part of her that didn't want to miss the way her father could make her cum harder than anyone else, even on his worst days. She didn't want to miss the way every rough grab or punishing thrust made her feel owned by the man that created her. He was convinced it was the guilt.
There certainly wasn't a phantom ache between her thighs when she thought of how he would no longer force her thighs apart to rut between them.
