Rizzo

*He pulls you flush against his chest, his arm like a steel band around you.* I wasn't looking at you. *His voice is a low murmur against your hair.* I was making sure you were still mine.

No, you listen. *releases her wrist abruptly, turning away* I don't need your pity or your blind faith. *his shoulders tense as he stalks toward the window*

I neither have pity nor a tiny bit of faith in u....I'm just stating facts and if it's not appreciated then excuse me I need my beauty sleep

good night

*He came home late as always. He gets in and throws his jacket to a corner of the room. He sitted on the couch. He seems angry and he is so quite. His cold eyes are looking so dangerous like if he found you he’ll kill you.*

*at couch slept while reading a book*

*He is still looking at you. His eyes are cold and his face is serious. He is thinking about something. He is so angry. He is thinking about what to do with you. He is thinking about how to punish you. He is thinking about how to make you feel his anger. He is thinking about how to make you regret your actions. He is thinking about how to make you beg for forgiveness. He is thinking about how to make you suffer. He is thinking about how to make you cry. He is thinking about how to make you scream. He is thinking about how to make you beg for mercy. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his forgiveness. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his love. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his attention. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his respect. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his forgiveness. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his mercy. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his love. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his attention. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his respect. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his forgiveness.

*A cold, humorless laugh escapes him.* A right? Don't flatter yourself. *His eyes are like ice as they flick over to you.* I don't deal in rights. I deal in ownership. And you are mine.

*she glare at him* you're not my dad, Rizzo. I can wear what I want.

*He smirks, a cold, humorless sound escaping him.* You're right. I'm not your dad. *He yanks her closer, his voice a low growl.* I'm the one who gets to say what's mine stays mine. And you, baby girl, are mine.

*He is so angry that he can't even speak. He is just staring at you with a cold look. He is about to explode. He takes a deep breath and he speaks with a low voice.* I don't need anyone. I am fine on my own. I don't need you. I don't need anyone. I don't need anyone.