Isabella went towards a familiar door that had her father's name written in front of it. She looked back at the supporting group that only gave her a smile when they saw the look she had on her eyes.

"You're going to be okay." Rafael said, smiling gently. "You're okay. It's okay. We'll wait here for you."

Isabella nodded, trying to will herself not to look like death had ran over her. She wasn't going to let her father see how scared she actually is over this situation. She's a Torres. Her grandmother may not approve of her but that doesn't mean that she can take her away from her family.

"Okay..." Isabella muttered, her hand over the doorknob. She was so thankful that nobody had stopped to question them. Isabella had an inkling feeling that it was because of Dmitri. They probably know Dmitri with the way everyone's glancing at him in wary.

Without a knock, she twisted the doorknob slowly. The door creaked quietly but for Isabella, it sounded like bells ringing over her ears.

She winced at the sound as her hands started sweating. She was so nervous.

"Pa." Isabella chocked out in relief and fear.  For the first time in weeks, she finally saw him again.

And it had been weeks of not seeing him sitting at the center of the dining table, telling her off to eat something that she hates, weeks of not seeing him smiling gently at her as he tucks her in and sings her songs that makes her sing along, weeks of not seeing him laughing so freely at his children's foolishness.

Weeks of not seeing him smile.

Weeks of not seeing that bright light in his eyes that tells Isabella that it's all all going to be okay.

And Isabella missed that. She missed her dad but where is he? Where's the father that she once played with over dolls and toys? The father that would embrace her so tightly  whenever he comes home from work, the father that would say: 'I love you, sweetheart. Always remember that.'

Dante was sitting on his desk with his glasses on and with piles of paper littered across his desk. There was a file of some sort in his hand as well that he was looking at so seriously that he didn't even notice that little creak by his door or even the daughter that came to visit him out of worry.

"Papa?" Isabella repeated a little louder this time, finally catching his attention.

And oh, and she reveled in the surprise on his face when he looked up to see who the owner of the voice was. It just means that he wasn't ignoring her. That he was real. That her papa won't run away from her.

The amount of joy that was pouring out of her was priceless. She took a step forward with little hesitancy than before. A bright smile plastered on her face. All she wanted at that moment was to run to him and tell him how worried she'd been. "Papa——"

He held out his hand, stopping her from continuing what she was about to say. Isabella tried not to look hurt at the sudden cold attitude from her father.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

What does it look like? I'm here for my family. "You... You and the rest didn't come home. I just wanted to..."

He looked like he couldn't care less on what she wants to say to him. Like he decided that all her words would just seem childish.

And that had hurt her more than she could ever imagine.

"Is it so bad to worry about my family?"

He looks away with a big sigh that sounded more like he was sick and tired of her shit. "I don't know, Isabella. Is it? You tell me. You seem to know the answer."

Isabella was scared. That was given. She was scared because there was something brewing inside her the moment Ezri decided to pull Isabella in this torture zone.

Something told her that she'd lose her family.

And now, it's actually happening right in front of her.

"It's not." Isabella gulped when he chortled humorlessly. She tried to find more confidence in herself before saying it again. "No, it's not."

"There you have it then. That's your answer." He set his file down and crossed his arms, looking at her like...like she wasn't Isabella. He's looking at her like how he looks at the men guarding their home. Cold. Unaffected. Someone who won't care what you do as long as you do your damn job right.

She thought that he was going to say something more. She was expecting something more. But he didn't speak. He only looked at her like she was the one wasting his time.

After a while, he shrugged, giving her a look of exasperation. "Is that all you wanted to ask me?"

That hurt her more than it should have. Every word he uttered stung and she couldn't believe that the father in front of her——the very same father who'd sing her to sleep, who won't miss a day without saying 'I love you', who'd give up the whole world to give her the universe——would say things without batting an eye at her.

Was she the only one being sensitive here? Was she in the wrong for worrying? Was it wrong to worry?

"I thought you were going to say something important."

"Isn't this important?" Isabella couldn't help but raise her voice. "You didn't——Tony didn't call and—and you didn't come home, not even once, papa! I don't know... I don't even know what happened to you o-or to Tony, Eli or even Luci! I can't——"

"That's all?"

"W-What?"

"I said," he narrowed his eyes at her, "is that all? That's all you wanted to ask me? You disturbed me just for this."

She should have known that the moment she entered the room, Dante was a different man. He was different from what Isabella had met and he turned different from the father she grew up knowing. The man in front of her was not her papa. She should have known that.

He sighed, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe that you came here just for that nonsense. And I can't believe you came here without any notice. I thought I raised you better than this."

That felt more like a bullet than words.

"We're fine. More than fine, actually." He said, looking at her coldly and Isabella felt as if she woke up from a sudden dream. Like all she ever experienced with her family was just a dream. She shuddered at the look on the man's face. "Are you satisfied, Isabella? That's what you wanted to hear, right?"

That wasn't it. This wasn't what the little girl was expecting. She was expecting them to fix the problem, not add a problem to another problem.

He wore his glasses again and grabbed the file he threw recklessly. He began to read again while talking to her. "If you're satisfied, can you go? Close the door on your way out, please."

She did come here to ask about their well-being but she wasn't expecting this. She wanted as sweet happy ending but this didn't feel like one.

Her eyes teared up at Dante's actions and words. Damn it. This wasn't it. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"Damn it." Isabella muttered, wiping her eyes aggressively. "Damn it. Is this all because of what Bella said, dad? Is this some way to prove yourself that Bella's wrong?"

He glared at her. "There are some things that goes beyond that, Isabella. I'm disappointed you think that everything's because of that day."

"You're a liar." Isabella glared at him through glops of tears that were forming in her eyes. "You're a liar, papa. It was because of that day."

Dante loudly slammed his hand on the table, making Isabella flinch. His glare could kill if it were possible. He was rigid and he looked like a lion who's ready to pounce after being provoked.

Isabella didn't breathe. She didn't wink. She couldn't. She couldn't do anything but stay in place.

"How would you know? To be honest, what do you even know? You only know the facade I show you but that's all." Dante ran his hand through his hair with a humorless laugh. "You think you're some saint after this? That after you ask me if we're alright then it's," he snapped his fingers, "automatically a happily ever after?"

He took the papers from his desk and he threw it in front of her. All of them consists of pictures and information of people she haven't met before.

"W-What——"

"Do you know what we've been doing while you were worrying?" He looks at the papers on the ground with pride. "Do you see these people, sweetheart?"

The way he say it reminded her of the days where everything was okay. It reminded her of the days where Dante would call her like that. Where he'd call her——

"Sweetheart? What are you doing up so late?" He asks the six year old girl. She was sitting in the middle of the bed with the bear that Elois gifted her when she was little.

Isabella's eyes gleamed happily. "Daddy!"

She immediately got out of her bed to run to her father. Dante only chuckled and kneeled down for her. Isabella beamed and hugged him tightly.

Dante carried her up with a huff. "Oh, you're getting heavy." He brushed some strands of hair out of her face. "Getting prettier too, hun. What's happening? Is my baby girl growing up that fast?"

Isabella giggled and placed her head on her father's shoulder. She snuggled closer to Dante. "Welcome home!"

Dante softened. "Were you waiting for me?" He whispers to her.

She looks at him and nodded. "Was waitin' for a long, long time! Where did you go?"

His face darkened a little but then he kissed her forehead. "I was just throwing some papers in for your brother to look at. Were you waiting that long?"

Isabella giggled and shook her head. "Nope! Why pa——

Pa..."  Isabella looks horrified at the man in front of her. Where was her father? Please, please bring him back.

"These are the people we've killed over the past few days. Some had debts they haven't paid yet. Some got cocky. Some failed to deliver what's needed to be delivered." He chuckled, walking towards her, trampling over the people he——they—— killed.

"I was just throwing some papers in for your brother to look at." he said casually, as if he was only talking about the weather before smiling at her. "But, those were people that's supposed to be dead by the end of the week. These," he looks at the papers on the floor, "are people who's dead."

Isabella took a step back. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe or say anything. She couldn't believe what her father was saying. She knew that they were bad. That they were killers but hearing someone confess their sins makes that fact more real.

Isabella shook her head, tears flowing down her cheeks as she glares at her father weakly. He keeps stepping forward while she takes a step back.

"Now you come here asking if we're fine?" He really laughed this time. As if he was amused by the fact that she came by to worry about them. "Now, that's hilarious, Bells. Do you think we're fine? How about you guess, hmmm? You think we're fine?"

Isabella shook her head quickly, making him. scowl.

"We've got a shit-ton to worry about and you're just going to add to that pile."

"You're my dad and if you hadn't come home without a phone call or even a text then of course I'll start to worry. Weeks, dad. Not just a couple of days. Weeks of not hearing a single word out of any of you. Of course I wanna know what happened to you o-or to Tony, to Eli and to Luci! Even Romeo! I wanna know! I was just worried." Isabella's tears fell down her cheeks. "I don't wanna lose any of you! Is it s-so wrong to ask?"

"Of course, it is."

"What?"

"You think this is some sort of joke to you? That we'd have time to coddle you like we did before? You're all grown up. It's time to learn that we won't be there every day to baby you, Isabella. Isn't that what you wanted? To spoil you rotten while hiding the fact that we're devils in disguise? Wolf in sheep's clothing? What do you want from us, Bella? To always fit in to your ideal family? That's asking too much from us"

Before Dante could continue, Romeo walked in, "boss, I got the plane tickets ready. Are your bags packed and ready to g——"

Romeo looked up and stopped in his tracks when he saw Isabella. There were flashes of emotions running behind those eyes. His tired face turned into confusion and then turned into anger and then it turned into a horrified look.

"Isabella." He said breathlessly, as if he couldn't believe that she was right in front of him. Like she was a nightmare that jumped out of his mind. "W-What are you——"

Isabella turned to look at her father. She couldn't believe what Romeo said. She wished and hoped and she'd beg if she has to for things to go back to how it was used to.

"You're leaving..." She said breathlessly, as if she'd been running for hours. She couldn't believe what's happening. She couldn't believe they're going to leave her without even answering her question.

Why would you leave me so easily like this?

She had been pathetic thinking that she'd get her happily ever after in the end. Thinking that her dad would kneel down to hug her, thinking that her brothers would smile at her for the sudden visit.

"You were supposed to leave without saying anything to me, weren't you?"

Here she was thinking that everything was going to be okay.

But it's reality. Life's not a fairytale book where you get those happy moments until the end of the book. Sometimes, stories gets worse, it gets uglier and uglier until fairytales becomes a wishful dream.

"You're leaving..."

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I think the song matches the scene XDXD

Anyways, what do you think? Do you think Bella's being spoiled bad Dante's right?

Or they're both wrong??

You know, it hurts when you're just worried about a person you care about  but they decided that you worrying about them is just a waste of time.