Father Knows Best (Haunted x Sweet)

[Sweet Nothings]

Madison’s life wasn’t a hard one. Despite the fact that her parents had separated at a young age, she seemed to have adjusted to a life under her mother’s custody. Honestly, who wouldn’t? With Father footing a rather costly child support bill, there wasn’t much that she couldn’t have. She went shopping when her heart desired, which at first had been fairly innocent. As she developed her interests slowly shifted. The trips to toy stores eventually rotated towards earrings and accessories and by the time she’d started developing an interest in boys, the majority of her evenings were spent at the mall scouring for clothing. Mother, now preoccupied with her new fiancée, rarely bothered to glance at her daughter’s own closet let alone the way she was spending her time.

It wasn’t until her grades had completely tanked and she started showing up home past midnight that changes were made. Everyone but Madison agreed that she needed more structure and this wasn’t the place she’d be getting it. She was enrolled into private school in an attempt to separate her from her old friends; custody had been released to her Father. She had to move several towns away, just long enough of a drive to make nightly meetups an inconvenience. In under a week, her entire surroundings had changed. It didn’t take long to realize that her surroundings weren’t the issue.

In less than a month Madison had managed to find a new close-knit group of friends which all began to show the same disturbing patterns as the ones before. Out late, caught with alcohol, grades slipping. Perhaps it hadn’t been the environment, but Madison herself. Acting out of anger or sheer stupidity, little respect was ever shown to her Father from the moment she began to sleep under his roof. Now her poor behavior was in full swing, identical to the way she acted under her Mother’s lazy eye.

Tonight was no different. It was Friday, which meant she’d be out even later than on a school night. It was around three in the morning that the neighborhood was disturbed by the sound of a Jeep coming to a halt, music blaring for a few moments before the car shut off. Madison had been drinking. Her breath smelled of peppermint schnapps as she leaned in towards the driver who wasn’t about to complain. They exchanged saliva for a few minutes before he pulled back and stepped out of the car. “No, come on… Why don’t you drive me to the park? We can be alone for a while.” He just laughed and walked to her side, grabbing her arm and helping her on wobbly legs. “We were alone that entire two hour movie! You still need more?”

The approach to the front door was a lazy pace at best. She clearly didn’t want to return. “Yeah baby, I always want more.” Madison made a lewd grab for his crotch which was immediately pushed away. He was tired and she was drunk. Neither one of them would have been able to do anything else at optimum performance. The boy simply laughed at her enthusiasm. He’d never seen a girl want to suck cock so much, a goldmine. “We’ll go to the park tomorrow. I can get some vodka.”

In a last desperate attempt, the girl threw herself at him. Her body pressed firmly to his, forcing him to back up against one of the two front doors to her Father’s impressive home. With fingers digging into his shirt and a knee pressing to his thigh, her lips teased at the nape of his neck. She sucked gently at the soft skin, her tongue lapping as if he was covered in sugar. “Please, please…” her tone was husky, a final attempt to keep him occupied for the night. “I need you.”

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

Need was always something that could drive a human being to make the worst kinds of mistakes. Need, hunger, lust...they were the essence of destruction and it was something her Father knew all too well. It was the kind of decision making that would alter your life completely, the kind that would lead you to marrying young and having a child before you were ready for it, and the kind that would lead to your wife leaving you...and taking that child. He had never made a point of discussing his youth, of discussing who and what he had been as a teenager...but it had led him down his own path, one which seemed to be so very dismissive of all that youthful brash teenage drama.

There was no room in his life for it.

He had always regretted the immaturity of his youth and the loss of his daughter. It had been one of the defining factors of his life, the sheer sadness that had levelled a boy and had slowly forged a man. It was why he had become so successful, why he had become so structured and calm. It had led him to exceed the expectations of teachers and employers and now...now he was quite well to do. He had never discussed any of that with Madison, he had never informed her that she was the reason for all of this.

That structured life was part of why Madison had been sent to him, part of why she was there, and he had expressly forbidden her to go out that evening...but she had. She had once more defied him, once more informed him that his authority was not absolute. It was not something he could stomach and accept, a fact the young girl was about to know. As she stood there begging, as she began her little pleading sounds for attention...the flood lights on the house came on, the door opening to find her father standing there. Her father who she had barely known but there had never been any doubt that he radiated an intimidating presence when he chose.

He happened to choose so at this moment.

Six feet in height, broad bull like shoulders flexing beneath his blue polo shirt, those hazel eyes flaring with what seemed unbridled fury behind his glasses. That was what stood in the doorway. She had never quite seen him like this, oh he had been angry before, but to allow it to actually come into his face, to harden the lines there into something austere and menacing. No, she had never seen that. That angry gaze left her for a moment, left her to look at the boy she was standing there with and her Father's voice held not one bit of uncertainty. Even more frightening it did not hold that anger, it almost seemed mild, almost seemed like he was asking the young man how his night had been.

However the words were plain and simple. "You may leave," that cultured voice stated.

 

[Sweet Nothings]

Gentle laughter began to pass through plush lips as a drug-addled mind found the entire situation as entertaining. She didn’t mind the necessity to press for more intimacy. In fact, she’d grown accustomed to the ritual. If she kept trying, he always gave in. What boy wouldn’t? Slender fingers began to sneak towards the bottom hem of his shirt, tugging lightly to expose his navel as palms pressed to his skin. Just as she began to start whispering again, the lights assaulted her vision and forced her to squint. Slender shoulders pulled away as she searched with bleary vision for the source, a frown forming over pouty lips. “What the…”

The door opened. Her Father appeared in the doorway and shot her a look that for once in her life, left her rooted to the floor. Her muscles froze; a mindless look in her eyes as his attention soon focused upon her intimate partner. The situation in itself earned an immediate removal of his hands and a rigid posture. The dismissal received no verbal responses. He simply slid out from between the house and Madison before taking a brisk pace to his Jeep. It took all of three seconds to find his key and throw the vehicle into reverse and was gone from both of their vision in under a minute.

Abandoned, Madison stood alone. If her behavior was unacceptable, he most certainly wouldn’t find her outfit as acceptable. Wearing nothing more than a belly shirt and a pair of shorts that rolled up to her upper-thigh very little was left to the imagination. Her expensive smartphone stuck haphazardly out of her small back pocket and poised to fall to the floor with little effort and the costly pair of sunglasses she’d received as a Christmas present rest atop her lengthy blonde hair.

This was awkward.

Her arms loosely crossed as weight shifted off to the side. Her eyes suddenly developed an interest in the brick path that led to their front door, the zig-zagging pattern nearly mesmerizing due to the alcohol in her system. Several moments of silence fell between them. He was probably waiting for her to say something stupid. Deciding it would be best to get things over with, she threw her hands out in one grand gesture as if offering herself as a sacrifice. “I’m home!”

Oh god, she was dead meat. Madison even dared to meet his eyes through the entire show despite the way the floodlights glared over his lenses and obscured her full vision of him. His stature also failed to intimidate, he had always been that tall in her eyes. This was her Father, the guy that gave her food and money for the things she wanted. Even if her allowance was revoked, she’d have found a boy to buy her what she desired or simply resorted to stealing.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

What could he say to such a situation, the sheer way she responded to him was enough to infuriate any grown adult...not just her Father. No teenager should ever have the gall to talk to him in this manner and yet here was his own daughter, showing just utter disregard and disrespect. He felt his hands clench together, felt his nails digging into the palms of his hands. An outright explosion seemed on the verge of his face, the rear lights from the car speeding away seeming to cast a red pall over his features that would almost demonize him in her vision.

Yet exploding would give the victory.

He calmed himself, outright coming to an understanding in one moment and his eyes narrowed as she stood there...accepting the sacrifice it seemed, merely studying her as if she was a bug. It was the coldness that was dangerous, the kind of moment where it might not even seem like he cared one bit about her. Instead he merely shook his head and murmured. "I've noticed." He turned to gesture for her to come into the house, giving a cold shoulder to her in a way that nobody in her life had provided as of yet. That was the hurtful part, she could choose to feel it or not, but he knew...they both did...she felt it.

Perhaps this one time she had gone too far.

His large frame seemed resigned as he waited for just a second before beginning to walk down the hall, his voice quiet and unconcerned. "You should understand things have changed, things are not...what you had hoped." He paused in the words, letting them hang for a moment as he looked back over his shoulder towards her and his eyes narrowed for a moment as he pushed her back the tiniest of bits. "You want to take, but never to give. You want to taunt, but never to be insulted. You want us to show respect for your needs while never showing concern for our fears. No, definitely not. Now, you can make a decision right now...," his words lowered, as if he was throwing down a gauntlet before her.

"You can get your ass over here, lower your head, and apologize. Or you can find that certain things begin to disappear...like your ability to go anywhere after I send your ass to a boarding school."