A/N: Yeah, yeah I'm back again. Here is the third installment of Mint Pizza Queen's 1000 theme challenge; Daddy Dearest.
Summary: Mint Pizza Queen's 1000 Theme Challenge! AU. Maka is sick and tired of her papa and his ways. Can she count on Soul to save her from her hell?
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Soul Eater?
Daddy Dearest
By: kitsunekitsunebi
He lied
He cheated
He beat it
And so did she
She had enough
She was so fed up
That she hopped on a train
A bus
And plane
But she forgot one thing
Her little girl she didn't bring
So now her girl
Is all alone
In this big, big world
With a father who doesn't care
And without a mother to be there
He lies
He cheats
He beats
And tells her to call him
Daddy Dearest
Alone she sat in her room, locked away in her safe haven. Blonde hair, out of its usual pigtails, hung in her face as she hovered over her latest novel. It was another tragedy. Tragedies were her favorite.
Yeah, morbid right?
Considering the situation she was in anyway. Tragedies were her favorite because the people in them fought so hard, without fail, and still they could not achieve their goal. The characters weren't cliché like in cheesy romance novels; the main character didn't always get the girl. The stories didn't have fairy-tale, never-going-to-happen endings. They were a lot like real life; full of disappointments.
"Maka, get down here!" just like that one. Maka sighed as she bookmarked the page and stood up. She walked to her bedroom door and took a deep breath. Her emerald eyes turned cold and hard as she prepared herself for the worst her papa could offer.
As she descended the stairs Maka could already smell the faint scent of the club her father had no doubt been at that night. It was a putrid mixture of alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat. When she reached the bottom and stood her five-foot four frame in front of her six-foot three father. His blood red hair was messy, sticking up in random places. It wasn't hard to tell what he had been doing not even a few hours ago. His shirt was ruffled and a button or two was missing, probably from trying to undo it. His pants were on but the belt he had wore on his way out of the house was nowhere to be found, looks like he'll be buying a new one. His blue eyes darkened as he looked at his daughter.
'He must have a hangover' Maka thought.
"Where the hell is dinner?" he asked infuriated. Maka looked at the clock on the wall behind him; it was nearly one in the morning. Maka remembered getting home at around six-thirty and sitting down to read her new book. She was only supposed to sit down for a few minutes, but minutes turned to hours and she quickly lost track of time. So she had gone without dinner, it didn't bother her much and she had assumed her papa wouldn't be home tonight, just like every other night.
Maka had been wrong.
Here he stood, right in front of her, very hungry and very angry. Maka tried to think of something that wouldn't earn her a slap across the face but couldn't. Her hesitation only seemed to add fuel to the fire.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you, Maka" he shouted breaking her free of her thoughts. She took a breath, she wasn't afraid of him.
"I didn't make anything, papa" she said, her voice as even and calm as her face. Spirit didn't like the answer he received so he slapped her across the face; hard.
"What the fuck do you mean, you didn't make anything? Get in the fucking kitchen and fix me something" he shouted, his voice raising. Maka held her cheek and turned away from him, walking towards the kitchen.
"What the fuck do I work for? Nothing? I'm gone all day, working, trying to make sure you have everything you need and you can't have something here for me to eat?" he shouted after her. Spirit huffed in frustration and headed to the living room where he could watch some television.
In the kitchen Maka sucked in a sharp breath.
'I will not cry' she thought.
And she did not.
She went about making her father a meal and brought it out to him, her face as calm and cool as it had been before she headed down the stairs. Spirit snatched the plate from her hand and spoke.
"Took you long enough to make it. Get the f out of my face and next time, have my shit ready. I shouldn't have to come in here and have to starve." He said still pissed.
Maka turned and headed back to her room without another word. When she reached the inside of her room she locked the door and flopped onto her bed, tears streaking her face. She wiped her face as best she could and willed herself to stop. She couldn't do this; she had her first day of her junior year tomorrow. She took one last deep breath before falling into a dreamless sleep, hoping that when she woke up her papa would already be gone.
A/N: Depressing? I know. Hope you enjoyed.
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