"Hey honey." I open my eyes and see Scott playing with my hair. (I never put a picture of Cassaddee's newly dyed hair in before so it's in the media box)

"Hey." My throat is sore from all the sobbing I did yesterday. Scott starts to braid my hair and I relax under his touch.

"You wanna go anywhere today?" He asks, finishing off the braid rather quickly.

"Can we just stay in here for today?" Before Scott can answer a knock on the front door rings through the house. I get up and look out the one way blinds to see Mitch standing outside the door.

"It's Mitch." Scott nods and tells me to stay in this room before walking away. I sit in a small corner between the tv and the closet doors and hear some voices.

"Where is she?"

"Who is the she, Mitch?"

"My daughter!"

"Our daughter, and I have no clue."

"You fucking kidnapped her, didn't you?"

"He didn't kidnap anyone." I say, stepping into the hallway. Mitch sees me and furrows his eyebrows.

"Where were you last night?"

"Gone for an hour then Avi drove me back home and you had locked the door, so I sat on the steps for two hours until Scott saw me and OFFERED to let me stay here for the night to which I ACCEPTED. Problem?" Mitch goes to speak, but nothing comes out of his mouth.

"Exactly." I walk back to Scott's bedroom and see I have a text from Avi.

Avi: You home safe?

Me: I had to stay at Scott's, Mitch locked the door on me

Avi: Where is Mitch now?

Me: Arguing with Scott in the foyer

Avi: Oh okay. You wanna hang with me and Kevin today?

Me: I was actually going to have father daughter time with Scott if that's okay?

Avi: Of course. Tomorrow?

Me: Of course. Love you Avi❤❤

Avi: Love you too Cas💜💜

"You okay?" I lock my phone and see Scott looking at me.

"Yeah. I'm gonna make food, what do you want?"

"Pancakes?" I chuckle and nod, heading to the kitchen to make the pastries.

*

"SCOTT PAN-" Scott slides into a chair and digs into his pancakes, much faster than I could ever run.

"Dear god." I grab a pancake and take a bite out of it, not bothering with a plate or syrup. Scott grabs the whipped cream bottle and aims it at my face a few moments later.

"Scott no don't you-" White substance lands all over my face, spraying me with the liquids (heheheh)

"SCOTT RICHARD HOYING GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" I grab the syrup and dump some on his head before he can run away.

"AHH FUCK CAS!" I hightail it to his room with just the syrup bottle and the small flour bag. I grab his Grammy and hold the ingredients over it to which he stops moving.

"Put the cream down, and nobody gets hurt." He sets the cream down and rolls it over to me. I spray him with some before throwing flour at his face.

"Caaaaassss!" I break into laughter and my dad soon enough joins me, which ends up in us being all laughy and giggly for about five minutes.

"Let's get this out of our hair, yeah? I still have some extra clothes, shoes, and jewelry from when you did stay here for a week."

"Okay." Scott shows me the two boxes of my stuff and I grab what I need before heading into the hallway shower.

*

"Caassss come ooonnn!" Scott drags out my name and 'on', waddling into the guest bedroom where I'm putting on my makeup.

"I'm sorry, kay? I don't want to look like a dog turd when we're out. I want to look presentable." The blonde takes the makeup out of my hand and sets my eyeliner down. He looks me in the eye and rubs my arm with one hand, the other lacing with mine. Scott knows this is one of the best ways to calm down, to stop thinking about all the bad.

"Cassaddee, you are gorgeous just as you are. No makeup or hair products are needed to make you stunning, because you are beyond that level. I don't mind you wearing makeup, I would never stop you. But please, know that I think you are the most aesthetic young women I have ever met and will ever meet. Okay?" I nod, tears threatening to spill. 

"I love you my little fairy." I chuckle at the nickname and turn around, hugging Scott tightly.

"I love you too Daddy." I feel Scott smile into my hair at my name for hin and we just stay like that for a while, in each other's arms.

"Finish up, we're going to go to a concert, okay baby girl?" I nod and Scott straughtens my Panic! At The Disco shirt beforr smiling and walking out.

"Kay, back to this." Somehow the eyeliner glides on mucu easier than before.

*

"Here we are." Scott parks the car in a small reserved parkin spot and hangs a tag on the mirror.

"Come on baby girl." We climb out of the car and my dad hands me my ticket and VIP pass.

"Who are we seeing?" I asked my dad.

"You'll see." I stopped dead short and Scott turned around only noticing because I'm wearing heels.

"What's wrong hun?" He asks, cornern and worry lacing his voice.

"How am I supposed to know you aren't taking me to get killed?" I started backing up, my trust issues and anxiety kicking in.

Not now, brain. Calm the fuck down.

"Honey I would never..." Scott walks towards me and I just freeze, scared to move.

"What happened the first day we met? You yelled at me. For walking away from a huge argument over Starbucks. Then not too long after I was keeping to myself and you slammed my door open, causing me to hit my head on the nightstand and start to bleed. Do you remember that? I had trouble trusting you then. What is supposed to make me think you don't still hate me Scott?"

"Cassaddee listen to me. Listen to my voice. You know how much I love you? I love you so much. More than you will ever know. Honey I hate to see you like this. You know you can trust me, honey. I'm your father." Tears sprung to my eyes. These thoughts have been clouding my mind for months and they won't go away.

"I'm sorry," is all I choke out befoee running away from Scott, tears running down my face, my hair blowing in the wind, and the click of my heels colliding with the concrete echoing through the empty street.

Well that WAS supposed to be a haply ending. Did it turn out like that? Well obviously not. I suck at this shit