[ MyStreet Garroth x Reader ] Choosing you

Daddy's little girl

"Thank you, sir"

"Those were just words," Terry murmured, his gaze fixated on his reflection in the mirror. His words hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken weight. "I haven't seen it nor experienced that feeling myself."

I watched him, intrigued by the intensity in his eyes as he glanced over at me, not in an attractive way, but with a scrutiny that felt almost invasive. Before I could respond, he clicked his tongue and turned back to the mirror, his demeanor guarded yet strangely contemplative.

"My daughter is not like any other 'normal' daughter," he continued, his voice carrying a hint of pride tinged with an underlying complexity. "But of course, I could be biased. Y/N is a special lady. A special with... 'remarkable'... skills."

The cryptic nature of his words piqued my curiosity, and I couldn't help but offer a light chuckle in response. "Well, she is a talented woman," I remarked, though the levity in my tone didn't quite match the gravity of the conversation.

"Talented. Yes... we could use that word for her," Terry whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he slowly turned to face me. His eyes bore into mine, holding a mixture of certainty and apprehension. "But that's out of the question. My daughter is very special in many ways. Ways that you may not understand. You don't know a thing about her"

His words lingered in the air, hanging between us like a veil of mystery. I couldn't help but wonder: what was he alluding to? Did he possess knowledge of the powers you had recently unlocked? It seemed improbable, yet there was an unsettling conviction in his demeanor that hinted at a deeper understanding. Perhaps he knew more than he let on, a thought that sent a shiver down my spine as I struggled to grasp the full extent of his implications.

Despite my eagerness for further understanding, a persistent question lingers within me: Why does he depict you with such an inexplicable alteration, tinged with a subtle divergence?

"Y/N and I have shared the journey of life since our tender years. I dare assert that I possess an intricate understanding of aher very being," I declared with conviction, my stance unwavering, though a hint of offense prickled beneath the surface. Was there an underlying animosity towards my presence? "In all candor, sir, I could say that I've been present in her life that you ever were."

I said it. 

Terry's sudden movement sent a shiver down my spine, his features contorting in the reflection of the mirror. The atmosphere thickened, suffocating in its intensity, rendering the once-peaceful silence deafeningly awkward. My limbs seemed to tangle inexplicably, ensnared by invisible chains constricting my movements, draining me of strength. What strange force was at play, wrapping its tendrils around me?

A chilling chuckle escaped Terry's lips, cutting through the oppressive silence like a sharp blade. "You must possess quite the audacity to address me in such a manner," he murmured, the words carrying an almost menacing weight. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the air heavy with an unsettling energy that seemed to bind me. But then, as swiftly as it had descended, the weight lifted, the air clearing as if by magic. Terry's aura normalized, though his smile held an eerie edge, devoid of the warmth I once knew.

"I have reached a conclusion regarding you," Terry's voice resumed its normal cadence as he clasped his hands together, the sound echoing in the now tranquil space. "I cannot condone your relationship with her."

As the weight of Terry's words settled upon me, it felt as though my heart plummeted to the depths of my stomach. Shock widened my eyes, causing my pupils to tremble with the threat of tears, yet I clenched my jaw, determined to maintain composure. Strength was imperative in this moment, even as the world around me seemed to crumble.