CHAPTER TEN
DADDY ISSUES
"daddy stuck around,
but he wasn't present"
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     "I love my father, I really do, but I hope I'll never marry a man like him." Crying in her best friend arms was a young Dylan. Sometimes life just felt like a cruel joke, more often then not. Dylan was furious and crushed all at the same time. She didn't even know why she was sad or disappointed anymore. This happened every other day. Her dad had neglected her and said something soul crushing, pushing her further and further away. Being a father was just words to him, but being his daughter was something she had to lived with. And it wasn't fair.

     After everything Marcus Kane put his daughter through, she still loved him. Not even just deep down. To anyone that could see clear could tell the girl loved her father, even if she had a funny way of showing it herself. But Dylan was on her last straw. She didn't know how many more rejections she could take from him before it all be some too much for her. God, how stupid. She was suppose to cry to him about her lovers,but instead she was crying about him to her lovers. Ironic, right?

     Marcus Kane was his daughter's first heartbreak, and she didn't deserve that. Fourteen years of lowered expectations had led to nothing short of disappointment and heartbreak. Fourteen years, and he still didn't know her. He knew her, but he didn't know her. Her favorite color, foods she just couldn't stand, or what movie she would watch on repeat when life was hard. Maybe that was the saddest part of it all. It made her stronger, for the better or for the worse, but Dylan Kane didn't deserve that.

     Dylan deserved a father that was present, who wanted to see and praise the drawings she made for him, and who wanted to be there and love her. But he just couldn't. Everything else was much more important. Like his estranged wife that was now dead, who he never got the chance to apologize to. Like the fact that Dylan was a constant reminder of what a failure he had been in that department.

     Dylan was tired. She was tired of seeking the love she should've had growing up from every other person, whether that was John Murphy who was just as broken, Bellamy Blake who was going to end up shutting her out just like her father had or just some guy she was trying to make it work with. God, Dylan remembered when she was just a little kid with pigtails and a bright smile on her face. She was daddies little girl, but as time passed they grew apart from each other. And over the course of just a few years, she wasn't his little girl anymore.

     Everything made her mad, sad. Enraged, depressed. No matter how hard the Kane girl tried suppressing her feelings, the little girl inside of her cried out. Marcus meant well, he always did. Early on the man had figured the best thing for his daughter was if he just kept his distance, she was better off. But even though he always meant well, he was going to have to live with the fact that he had hurt his daughter, maybe too deep for her ever to forgive.

     Maybe not. Dylan was unfortunately always a forgiving soul. Her grandmother had taught her that. But there was no forgetting the little girl who always waited every night for a Goodnight kiss and to be tucked into bed. But he never came. And the monster under her bed quickly turned into the ghost of a father she remembered faintly. And as sad as it all was, there was one thing she'd never forget; all the words said in a fleeting moment of anger instead of those picture perfect memories. They were all too far away to remember.

     The funny thing was that despite how much she hated her father for shutting her out in the cold, at the end of the day she was practically looking in the mirror. She had turned out just the same, shutting out and hurting everyone in fear of not being good enough, in an attempt to mask her own feelings.

     "He's your dad, Dyl. . ." Murphy never knew what to say when Dylan was like this, all torn apart. She was the strongest girl he knew, yet one wrong word from her dad and she would hide away in the shadows for weeks on end, completely broken. Murphy hated the man, but at the same time not.

     "Being a father isn't hard." The girl spat, violently wiping her tears. "Being a dad is what he couldn't do for me!"

     While Marcus lacked heavily in the love and care department, he always had a lecture at hand. He wanted Dylan to be perfect, disciplined, smart, but she just wanted for him to care. Maybe that was why she acted out the way she did. Why she messed around with boys, stole moonshine from the chancellor, or flipped off council members just because. At least then he would talk to her.

     Marcus Kane showed his daughter everything she didn't want to be, how not to treat someone you loved, but she was turning out just the same. Despite all her efforts, his and her soul were the same.

     This was it, this was the last time Dylan was ever going to give a shit. Last time she was ever going to let her father disappoint her. Dylan decided, the next time Marcus Kane was going to let her down, it was going to be when he lowered her casket. Over her dead body was she going to get her hopes up only for him to crush them all over again.

     Despite everything Dylan Brown Kane had gone through, she gotten her hopes up and believed her dad had actually changed. . . Spoiler alert; he hadn't.

If there was one thing Dylan really, really hated it was being trapped. On the Ark, her biggest fear had been getting thrown into the skybox like a rag doll. Actually, it was her second biggest. First place went to being floated.

Dylan was currently in handcuffs being led towards what she assumed was the 'skybox' of camp Jaha. They had separated her from Lincoln, which was probably a wise decision. The Kane girl wouldn't be able to contain herself if she saw anyone as much as touch a hair on his head ( not that he had plenty of that anyways ). Her face was bruised seeing as one of the guards decided to fight back, despite the fact that her dad was a few feet away . Let's just say, the guard received a 'warning'.

"Where's my father? Doesn't he have the guts to throw me in here himself?" Dylan growled as one of the guards tugged her along. Pissed off wasn't even beginning to describe what the short brunette was currently feeling. Disbelief and rage was only a few of the emotions brewing inside of her.

Actually no, disbelief was not one of them. That was maybe the worst part. Dylan believed it one hundred percent, and she didn't need any convincing. Of course her father hadn't changed, it was stupid of her to think he had. Marcus Kane was the same narrow minded, arrogant councilman he had always been. Dylan was incredibly stupid for thinking for even one second that her father would accept Lincoln with open arms just like that.

Dylan was feeling very stupid, and she hated feeling stupid.

At the beginning of training with Delphia, Dylan felt completely useless and stupid. She had no idea what to do, or how do to the things Delphia was trying to teach her. It had been an incredibly ego-bruising experience. God, Dylan missed Delphia. She'd pay thousands to be back with her right now.

Dylan was tossed into a room, the door sealing shut behind her. With her hands still cuffed around her thin wrists, she slumped down against a wall, her eyes shut. The rough metal was scratching harshly against her skin, no doubt leaving a red mark in its wake.

Then she noticed. The sound of heavy breathing caused her eyes to fly open, her head reeling around to locate the sound. There, merely a few feet away from her, a grounder sat. He was chained to the wall, a deathly glare directed at Dylan. He, much like Lincoln, was tall, broad shouldered and quite frankly terrifying as fuck.

Dylan moved away out of instincts. Despite him being chained, she wanted to keep her distance. Just in case.

"Who are you?" She questioned, attempting to appear threatening by glaring back and puffing out her chest. It looked bad ass when Lincoln did it, but stupid when she did. . .

The grounder neglected to answer, instead he kept his cold hard gaze locked on her. Dylan tried deciphering the look on his face, but much like every other gorunder she had encountered, his face gave away no secrets.

Then, an idea popped into her head.

"Ai laik Dylan kom skykru." She said, trying her best to not butcher the pronunciation. His eyes widened as she spoke. Dylan assumed he was shocked because she knew his language. She was wrong.

"Dylan?" He repeated like the name was familiar. Her eyebrows knitted together into a confused look.

"Yes, my name is Dylan." She confirmed, nodding her head. He looked away quickly. It was now clear to her. Somehow, he knew of her. "You know my name, how?"

He hesitated before answering. "Your friend told me about you." Thank the gods for those lessons Lincoln had given her. She actually understood what he was saying, at least some of it.

"Who? Lincoln, Delphia?" Dylan pressed, leaning forward for his answer. He shook his head, which further boosted Dylan's confused. What other grounder did she know?

"Octavia."

     Her eyes went wide, jaw dropping. She's alive, I knew it. Dylan shuffled closer to the grounder. "Is she okay?" Dylan didn't even bother trying to speak his language, curiosity and worry overtaking her. "Where is she?"

     "I won't tell you here, they're watching." He muttered barely above a whisper. Dylan's eyes slipped to the door, realizing that they had put her in there to get him talking. Shit, she thought. Dylan had practically let them use her.

     The Kane girl got to her feet, throwing her body against the door locking them in. "Open up the door, or I swear I'll find a way to blow this entire place up!" The girl screamed, kicking the door. "Fuck that hurts." Dylan groaned, clutching her foot.

     The grounder watched with a look of disbelief. This Dylan girl was a whole lot stupider than what Octavia had made her out to be.

     Suddenly the doors opened, at the same time Dylan went for another kick. Bellamy hunched over in pain, his hands placed over his 'precious' area. "Dylan, god." The Blake boy groaned.

     "Took you long enough." The girl grumbled, turning her back on the boy. "Uncuff me, will you?"

     After taking a few minutes to recover, Bellamy uncuffed the girl, keeping an eye on the grounder staring at them. "Are you okay?" Bellamy asked Dylan as she rubbed her wrists.

     "I'm fine." She replied. "If you don't mind—" the girl started, stepping around Bellamy. "I have a pickle to pick with my father."

word count; 2014
a/n

hope you guys entred this chapter, feel like we've gotten so far in this book yet it's still only chapter ten ? idk, but i'm having a lot of fun writing these chapters and getting feedback ! also very excited for u guys to see dyl and her father's back story. feel like it really explains why she is the way she is ( like when in book one when she yells at monty cuz she doesn't want to appear vulnerable ). hope I guys enjoyed the chapter, stay tuned for more !

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