Daddy's Princess

Confession

I searched for him.

The bad feeling I had after learning that she's flying with had soared so high that my anxiety peaked off which made me tremble. 

I'm actually feeling uneasy as I search for him... mainly because I also haven't found Irene.

But I trust daddy...

I know he wouldn't do anything like that again.

He knows I trust him and like what he told my father, I believe that he's a man of his word.

I'm his only one... I'm the only one for him.

I kept repeating the same phrase in my head. However, I still couldn't shake the uneasiness. 

I hate to think that I'm getting my karma.

In my search, I learned that the plane has two cabin rooms and a huge baggage hold where I saw a couple of luxury cars and a huge motorbike.

I went down carefully on the stairs made of steel, trying not to make a sound as I suddenly heard a faint whispering just right below it. 

I recognize his whispers... I know it's him and somebody else.

After I was able to reach a good distance, I stopped and listen to their conversation...

Despite how hard they're trying to hush it down, I know the other person is crying and I could understand what they were saying to each other.

"I'm sorry... it's my fault. It was a mistake." Daddy muttered softly.

"No... please, don't apologize... don't say it's a mistake. Please... I knew you wanted me, too. Please say you wanted me. It's not a mistake. " she pleaded as she sobs.

"That's the mistake. It wasn't you I wanted, it was her, I'm thinking about her the whole time... It's been always been her and I'm sure you heard me that night... and I'm really sorry for being such an ass to do that to you."

"Daddy please..." she pleaded.

My grip on the stairs' railings tighten, my free hand clenched and my teeth greeted upon hearing that endearment that belongs to me now.

"Don't call me that. I let you go years ago... Irene, just... do as I say. I'll find a place for you in California. Staying in New York will make it difficult for both of us."

"No! I'm not leaving you, daddy... I love you so much! I can't go on if you're far from me, please?!" She pleaded desperately.

Stop calling him daddy...

It's the first time I have this feeling inside my gut and it makes my blood boil and my hands tremble. 

I've never trembled like this out of anger. It's usually out of the fear of pain. But it's so different this time that I could not hold myself back.

"I'm really sorry, Joohyun. Stop crying please... you know how I hate it when you cry."

His words stabbed me.

Do my tears have that effect on him?

"What does she have that I don't, daddy? I've been a good girl, I've always been your good girl. All I wanted to do is to please you and to love you... the only thing I want in return is for you to love me back. I did everything you asked, even letting you go because that's what you wanted. But I can't stay away anymore. I love you. I've always loved you and I always will. Please... " she cried.

Stop...

Stop talking like that to him.

"You know I'd give everything to you. Please, daddy? Don't push me away... I'd do anything but to separate from you..." she pleaded.

Stop...

"If I have to, I'd ask her... I'll get her permission. Please... she knows that I love you. I'd beg if I have to. Please..."

"No. Don't do that." He replied, muttering.

"I love you so much, daddy. I know I have a place in your heart even if you deny it. Please." She cried.

All of a sudden, she went quiet but there was a  sudden disturbing kissing sound coming from them.

"Stop... Joohyun." 

"No..." she retorted.

"I said stop... please? I have to go."

"No, please daddy..."

And there goes that sound again...

Fucking b***h.

I felt like something snapped inside of me. It's like it broke free violently and it's uncontrollable. 

My whole body trembled in unceasing anger, making my heart race out my chest, and now... I just wanna hit someone so badly that my fist can only be quenched from its thirst if it landed on that particular face.

I hastened down the stairs and run towards them only to find her lips devouring my daddy's lips; her arm, tightly wrapped around his nape while the other was on top of his crotch. Daddy's hands were on her shoulders, pushing her away but it doesn't seem like he's putting an effort to push her off.

I've completely forgotten her name... all that runs in my head was b***h and I screamed her name as I run towards them.

Both of them were shocked to see me.

I know that this would seem like those pathetic catfights over one guy but I can't control my anger anymore.

I wanna punch her in the face so bad.

He's mine!

Daddy finally pushes her off and was about to stop me but my clenched fist was faster than him.

It happened quickly, fast as how a lightning strike.

It feels so good when it landed on her soft, delicate cheek which instantly made her fall to the floor.

It was the third-best feeling the world apart from having s*x and eating.

But I wasn't satisfied. I'm itching for more.

Unfortunately, daddy wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me from her.

"You b***h! You're f*****g liar! You f*****g slut!" I screamed as I struggle on daddy's grasp, trying to get my hands on her again.

It didn't matter what I did in the past. I'd call her a slut even if my mistake's definition is the exact equivalent to that word. I just couldn't believe she had the audacity to tell him she'd ask my permission to be with him. 

Who in the right mind would agree to that?

This b***h is crazy... crazier than I am.

"Stop! Mia!" Daddy exclaimed, trying hard to restrain me.

"You better stay away from him or I'm gonna f*****g kill you!" My tears just started falling despite how mad I am. I then tried to muster all my strength from breaking free from his arms while she just continued to sob on the floor; head bowed down and palm cupping the cheek I was able to hit.

Somehow, this image of her reminds me of myself. 

Suddenly, she looks up to me, "You would do the same if you're in my place." She muttered crying.

The f**k is she implying?

"Say that again you f*****g cunt!"

She's really asking for it.

My jaw jutted in anger and I keep trying to remove his arms around me so I could give her what she's asking for.

But suddenly, daddy swung us, turning us the other way that prevented me from locking eyes with her, and he quickly grabbed my arms too tightly.

"STOP!!" He yelled at my face. 

I suddenly froze with the familiar feeling of fright I thought I was finally able to put behind me.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I stare at his face which is full of anger.

This expression is so familiar even if I am looking at a different face.

It's how they all looked... it all started from this.

My father...

Damon... He was gentle in the beginning... 

Just like him.

The strength I felt when I trembled earlier suddenly made me weak. It just disappeared from my body and it now leaves me frozen.

I made him angry and he just looks like my father and Damon.

However, he suddenly embraces me tightly, "I'm sorry, princess... I didn't mean to shout." He whispered, rubbing my back.

"I just couldn't control you... forgive me for shouting. I'll never do that again." He added. I sniffle on his scent as I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself while my hands try to clutch his coat from his sides.

The trembling feeling I have with my whole body stayed but it wasn't from anger anymore.

"Forgive me, princess... Don't be scared of me, please. I'm sorry."

My hands slowly lift to embrace him back but I'm unsure...

His face, that angry face imprints in my mind that even if I close my eyes, I could still see it.

And the familiarity with that kind of expression makes me tremble in anticipation of a force that's so heavy, it would bruise my skin.

I made a mistake again.

It was my fault he responded like that. I knew exactly what I did wrong this time and he will definitely punish me for it.

I don't want to be hit anymore.

He then cups my cheeks and looks at me straight in my eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, princess. Please don't be afraid of me..." His softly said with gentleness in his expression. 

I stared at him for a while, trying to drown the sight of the face I saw earlier. 

"Daddy..." I sobbed, feeling my lips tremble as I try to speak. "Please... I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You're fine. I'm not gonna hurt you, princess. Don't be afraid of me." 

He then hugs me again, tightly and warmly. But then, my eyes saw Irene again. 

I still feel afraid, a little bit of him, but I'm more afraid that he will choose her and leave me. 

I have not been a good girl and I also haven't forgiven myself from that stupid mistake. 

"You're just mine, right? I'm not sharing you with anyone?" I asked.

He then cups my cheeks again and looked sincerely in my eyes. "Of course baby. Daddy's all yours." He smiled softly, relief plastered all over his face then embraces me once again.

After I've somehow calmed down, 

"I'll explain everything upstairs, okay? Will you be a good girl and wait for me inside the room?" He asked, looking at my face as he held the side of my head softly.

I nodded in response. He then turns and looked at the sobbing girl, still lying on the floor.

"So you chose to stay with her?" I asked, feeling defeated.

He snaps his head back looking at me with brows furrowed, "No... I just need to check on Irene if she's okay... I know my baby girl can go up back at the cabin by herself. ."

"What? Are you not going to check on me if I'm okay?" I retorted, pouting my lower lip as I continued to cry.

"I know you're not and I'm worried... but you hit her pretty badly. Her lip is bleeding."

"It's her face I punched not the legs. She can go back up if she wants... daddy's more worried about her than me." I scowled.

How did it turn out like this?

"Baby... that's not it..."

"That's exactly how it is. I'll go back up like how I got down here...without you. Thank you for worrying about me." I turned and stomped my way back to the stairs but he was able to catch my wrist and stopped me from my tracks.

"Princess, c'mon." He said in a pleading tone.

"Go back to taking care of your Irene. She's so helpless without you." I scoffed, pulling my wrist back from him.

I ran up and locked myself back in the room, flopping my body on the softness of the sheets and mattress of the bed.

I curled my body against a squishy pillow... defeated by the feeling of jealousy, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was afraid of him for a moment but that feeling was wiped out when he chose to stay with her.

It took a while before he was able to come to me... but I didn't make it easy for him.

I heard them talking just outside the room and his mother asked what happened to Irene's lip. I was quick to run to the door and stayed behind it, holding the knob tightly while my thump remained on the lock button.

Even if he has the keys to the door, I hold the knob tightly so he couldn't get in.

"Mia, please... let's talk." He pleads from the other side of the door while knocking and trying to turn the knob. I pressed my forehead against the door, hand clutching the knob tightly.

All of a sudden, the whole plane shuddered due to turbulence.

"Please sit down and fasten your seatbelts." The pilot stated through the intercom.

This is my first time to fly, and I don't have any idea of what's happening. Fright crept up my spine and I began to panic but my grasp did not loosen.

"Daddy?" I called out. 

"Open the door princess so daddy could hold you... please." He pleaded again.

I started crying, thoughts of him holding Irene flashed in my mind.

Maybe I'm crazier. 

Why am I being like this?

"Baby... please, I'm not leaving until you open up. I know it's your first time to fly and I know you're scared. Please let me in. I also need to explain to you... I don't want you to think that daddy loves you less..." he muttered but I heard him clear as crystal.

I never heard he loves me... I haven't said those words either. But I know it's something that doesn't need to be spoken of.

However, I'm now unsure... after all that I heard and how he sided.

Does he love me?

And he hates seeing her cry... I bet it made his heart soft when an angel like her cries in front of him.

He may have fallen for her a long time ago... he's just saying the things I wanted to hear that never meant anything just to honor the engagement.

He still cares for her... and I hate it.

"Does daddy love Irene?" I asked. There was a brief silence before I heard him sigh out loud.

"Baby..."

"Daddy promised you'll be honest with me..."

He paused briefly before answering, "She's become an important person to me..."

"That doesn't answer my question." I responded, voice shaking.

"Open the door so I could tell you."

"I'm upset with you..." I cried softly.

"Mia... open up please."

"I hate this feeling... I hate that I'm unsure of you. I'm not your only one... Adam does not prefer me. Even at the party... the gazes you gave her..."

Maybe he's unsure of me, too. He has the right to be. I'm not a good girl. Even if I want to be, I'm just not.

"You don't know how I feel... you haven't got the slightest idea..." He retorted back.

"You're right... I don't. I don't know what you and Irene shared. My ignorance about your relationship with her is hurting me... and the more I find out, the more I feel like dying inside."

Why am I being like this?

Who the hell would choose someone like me?

There was a long silence between us. The just a suddenly the shaking started, the whole plane had stop from shaking, but I continue to sob quietly against the door.

He just took me in because I was his fiancé and he pitied my condition... and I let him take me... I was so exhausted with everything I've been through that I carelessly put my life on someone else's hand just because I felt a gentle touch.

I ignored who he is and his past just because he's of that gentleness. I didn't make time to get to know him first. I let myself fall for him...

I ignored the fact that I wasn't the only girl in his life. I concentrated on just us... and no one else.

Nonetheless, I, myself, isn't that trustworthy either.

I then heard him sigh out loud once again.

"Princess... Daddy's got something to confess to you..."

My breath hitched while uneasiness crept in my chest.

"I wanted to find the right time to tell you but I guess, you need to know now." He continued.

Is this about Irene again?

What am I hoping for... of course it is...

I'm not sure if I want to hear it.

"Mia doesn't know..." he started but trails off with his words momentarily before a heard a soft nudge on the door.

I didn't respond... I waited for what he has to say.

"... she doesn't know I've been in love with her for a long time. I've been in love with you even before we got engaged."