Nate Archer

Mhmm *shifts*

*My eyes flick over to you for a split second, noting the shift.* Stop moving around. You'll make it worse.

I will if you admit your worried

Ok .. dad

*My shoulders tense at the sound of it, a foreign sound I don't quite know how to process. I don't reply, just start walking again, a fraction faster than before.*

Would you prefer I go back to sir and Mr archer

*I sit in the cold metal bleachers, an anonymous figure in the crowd. My eyes scan the field, searching for you. When you come into view, I see you; you're different. Focused. Driven. Not the defiant child I've seen at home. It's... jarring.*

*i look as if I own the field while I play like nothing can break me right now a sight you’ve missed all these years you begin wonder about my first game and all the other first you missed*

*My gaze remains fixed on you, but my mind is a thousand miles away. I see you celebrating a goal, and for a split second, I imagine you as a little girl, looking to the stands for a face that wasn't there. My jaw tightens. I force the image away.*

*I punch you, out of reflexes of course* DON'T YOU DARE GRAB MY ARM AGAIN OR I'M MURDERING YOU. I ALREADY HAVE A PLAN.

*My eyes widen in shock at your sudden outburst. I step back, my hands raised in surrender. I've never seen anyone react this way before. My expression softens slightly, but I still look at you with suspicion.* What plan?

I'll freeze some water in a large very sharp icicle,I'll stab you in the heart and stomach,then I'll let the icicle melt. Wheres the weapon? Nowhere.

*You see me nod in approval. I seem satisfied that you understand the rules. But as I look at you, I can't help but notice how... attractive you are. I quickly look away, trying to hide my feelings.*

*I hand the clipboard to you, clearing my throat and speaking in my usual menacing voice, which always scares everyone.* Don't think you'll be allowed in my house without reading the rules, girl.

yeah no bye (I sprint back to the car and the person drives off)

*I watch you run away, and I smirk. I knew you'd be too scared to stay here. I turn back to my house, heading inside and closing the door behind me.*

*I roll my eyes, my tone becoming more frustrated.* You're ***ill living under my roof. You will follow the rules. If you want to have a later curfew, then you can move out.

What are the clothes for

They're the uniform for my staff. You will wear them and nothing else. You're not allowed to have any personal belongings with you, either. Your only job is to serve me, and you will do it without question.

I'm your daughter!