Mercy quietly opened the back door, the house was silent but she knew her father was there somewhere. She closed the door over looking down to see Loki at her feet and she smiled bringing the kitten into her arms before making her way through the house. She stopped in the door way to see her father was was looking straight at her and she swallowed, the way his eyes burned into her sent chills up and down her spine.
“Dad-” he put his hand up to shush her and her lips pressed into a thin line while he finished the alcohol in his glass. Her blue orbs stayed focused on him as if she were afraid to look away. It was one thing, she wasn’t scared of him, she was his daughter after all but she was scared of his reaction. “Where’s mom?” She asked then noticing her mother wasn’t around and he shrugged.
“Working, won’t be home until after eight.” His voice was dry, cold even. Her fingers lightly brushed over Loki’s fur. “Where were you?” He asked and she chewed her lip. “The tree house.” She needed to not be scared whether she didn’t want this to turn sour or not. “With Ryder.” She could see the visible jaw clench. “Dad he’s my-” he stopped her mid sentence, cutting her off.
“Boyfriend, lover, whatever you wanna call him. I know. I caught onto that half way through the night.” His eyes narrowed and mercy’s breath hitched in the back of her throat her face going bright red. “I love him.” She spoke, thinking her voice would come out a lot more confidant than it did but she didn’t care. “No you don’t.” Was the reply she got back and her eyes narrowed back at him.
“How the hell would you know?” She hissed, and here came the sour part. She’d had arguments with Damon before some bad, some not so bad but she knew, felt it in her gut that this wasn’t going to end well. He was almost in her face, pointing. “You’re seventeen years old, you don’t even know what love is, Mercy.” The fact that he still thought of her as a mindless child was something that made her angry.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what it is, I know I do. I feel it in here.” She poked her own chest and then bent down to put Loki down. “No that’s infatuation. There’s a difference.” That angered her more than it should have and she huffed in response. “It’s not infatuation, I love him and that’s all there is to it.” She would argue her point until she was blue in the face.
Damon scoffed and he turned away from her and she stared at him open mouthed. “Not only that but he’s Kai’s son, Kai Parker’s son. Do you have any idea what he put your mother through? Or Bonnie, Jo and Ric? He put them through hell and his son will be no better.”
“Ryder is nothing like that, you don’t even know him.” She growled. Damon turned back to face her an angry expression on his face. “Stop comparing him to Kai, and not only that but it was thirty years ago-” Damon stopped her mid sentence again his face inches from hers and his expression unreadable but the anger was evident by his breathing.
“He tried to kill us all, thirty years ago or not he put them all through hell, even tried to kill me a few times. Kai is a psychopath who kills people when he doesn’t get what he wants! Who’s to say his son isn’t the same?” She shook her head in annoyance, scoffing.
“I say he’s not, because he’s not! You don’t even know him, how many times am I gonna have to say that?!” She yelled, her anger matching his. Their faces inches apart and mercy crossed her arms over. “You either accept it or you don’t, I don’t care. I’m with him and that’s all there is too it. He loves me too, dad. I just want you to accept that. It’s not going to change.”
“So a boy shows you a bit of attention and you’re all over it? You know what they’d call people like that, Mercy. It’s pathetic.” Damon snorted and her lips parted and her eyes widened. He stared back at her no remorse on his face at all and she snapped pointing at him in anger.
“You honestly think that little of me? That I’m pathetic?” She growled. Damons lips pursed into a thin line and he crossed his arms over not saying anything else. “You know what, if I’m that pathetic then you don’t need to talk to me again.”
Damon only shrugged in response. “Don’t come crawling to me when he tries to kill you, because I won’t be helping you out. Just don’t come back at all if you’d choose him over your own family.“ His voice shook with anger. Mercy gaped at him. "I’m not choosing anybody! But I love him and if you don’t like it then fuck you!”
"Get out.” He growled and she grunted and turned on her heel and she walked off into the kitchen, her arms crossed over her chest. It hurt a little to have him think that of her but if that’s the way it was, that was it then. She opened the back door and slammed it shut.
