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Date Posted：07/24/2016 15:03 PMCopy HTML
OOC: This was posted in another fed under the same name, but I felt I should share it here as a bit of backstory. 
They say sometimes you have to face something you really don’t want to. It could be a fear or a person. This is the thing that could change your life. The thing that could change who you are as a person. This could also be the thing that breaks you. But you won’t know until you face it. You could be finding yourself having to jump over a lot of hurdles in order to get to this… whatever it is that you must face.
Or… you sit down right in front of them.
Dinner with the devil, you could say. In this case, a very personal devil that, until this very moment, had no ties with you for a very long time.
This is the current situation for one Rorie Steele. She sits in a posh restaurant, leaning back in her chair. Her arms lazily hang over the arms of the chairs as she stares at the person sitting across from her. Her look is of annoyance mixed with a bit of anger. The man across from her, who is being extremely impolite at the moment, is staring at her chest. He forgets his manners, this devil. He can’t be blamed, in a way, since Rorie decided to show up in an extremely tight dress with a keyhole neckline, showing off her ample cleavage. Because why wouldn’t she. Rorie rolls her eyes, licking at her upper set of teeth. She sat up straighter, glaring at the man with seething hatred.
Rorie Steele: “So… ‘daddy’… What did you want from your only daughter?”
Her teeth clenched after the last word. So this was her father. Richard Steele. The man that left her alone at 15. But… here he fucking was. Sitting in front of her, staring at her chest. She shook her head, letting out a sarcastic chuckle.
Rorie Steele: “I’ll bet I’m payin’ for this dinner too, huh? Cheap fucking prick.”
She grabbed the double shot of whiskey that had been brought to the table for her a few moments earlier. She downed it, bringing it down harder on the table than she had meant to. It made a bit of noise, a few patrons looking over at the table. The older man across from her shook his head. He was wearing a suit, but it was not as crisp as someone with money would have. His hair was slicked back in a bit of an awkward way. It was black with random grey streaks through it. He was trying to look like a business man, but it wasn’t working as well for him. He was, however, an attractive older gentleman. There was no denying that. Rorie wasn’t hot just because.
Richard Steele: “Rorie… baby… come on. I wanted to see you.”
Rorie snarled a bit at the man.
Rorie Steele: “Don’t call me baby.”
Her mouth stayed clenched, even through her words.
Rorie Steele: “I haven’t seen you since I was 15 fucking years old. Don’t you dare try and pretend to be my daddy now.”
She glared at him once again, her anger rising. But she kept her voice down, not wanting to draw more attention to them.
Richard Steele: “I… I just wanted to see you. I feel like shit for what I did back then.”
Rorie Steele: “You left me… your fucking daughter… for a woman. And you feel like shit NOW?”
She raised a brow at him.
Richard Steele: “How did you-“
Rorie Steele: “I wasn’t fucking stupid. I was 15, not 5. You think I didn’t see what you were doing? Couldn’t see your conversations online? Your phone calls? You must have been the stupid one.”
Richard Steele: “You weren’t supposed to see all that…”
Rorie Steele: “No. I wasn’t.”
She said it matter-of-factly. She let out another single laugh and took a sip of her water, since that was the only other beverage on the table.
Rorie Steele: “You even did it while mum was still alive, you heartless prick.”
Richard Steele: “I...”
Rorie Steele: “Don’t bother giving me your bullshit excuses for why you did it. She was dying and you wanted to find someone else. Why do you think I turned out the way I did? I learned from the fucking best, daddy dearest.”
Richard Steele: “Baby-“
Rorie Steele: “Stop fucking calling me that.”
She rolled her eyes again. The waiter paused their conversation for a bit, asking if they had decided on what to order. They did so, with Rorie ordering two more double shots of whiskey to go along with it. After he left, Rorie started up again.
Rorie Steele: “You found a girl online and chatted her up. Talked about moving in together and getting married. Having kids. How did that go for you, Richard?”
Richard Steele: "It… uhh… went well.”
Rorie Steele: “I thought so. How many kids do you guys have now? 3, is it?”
She rolled her eyes.
Rorie Steele: “I’ll bet she doesn’t even know about me. Doesn’t even know about mum. Your wife.”
Richard puts his head down, frowning. Rorie takes a small sip of one of the glasses of whiskey that had been set on the table. She places it back down. One leg goes over the other, crossing together. Her one foot impatiently moves, tapping quietly against the table leg.
Richard Steele: “I just wanted to see you… to apologize.”
Rorie Steele: “Here’s something I didn't inherit from you… My ability to lie through my fucking teeth. It’s quite obvious you’re not here for either of those things. Don’t put your fucking guilt on me, Richard.”
Richard Steele: “I’m not lying, Rorie. I really am sorry about everything.”
Rorie Steele: “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done what you did. I was fifteen… fucking fifteen. A child. And you left me. I was handed around to everyone in the family. Because nobody wanted to take care of me. And you’re sorry? Do you even know gran died?”
Richard frowned again, looking at the empty plate in front of him.
Richard Steele: “No..”
Rorie Steele: “Fucking look at me when you’re talking!”
Her voice rose a bit. A few people turned to look, but quickly went back to their dinners. Richard brought his head up, looking at her.
Richard Steele: “No.”
Rorie Steele: “That was your wife’s fucking mother, you piece of shit. And you didn’t even give her enough respect to call at all. Nothing. You didn’t even help her when she grieved over the death of her daughter! Are you that fucking selfish?”
Richard Steele: “I wasn’t fucking happy, okay!?”
His voice rose higher than hers. Many heads turned, some looking at him in disgust. His hands were in fists on the table. Rorie took notice.
Rorie Steele: “Why? Because she wouldn’t let you fuck her while she was dying?”
Rorie tilted her head to the side. She took another sip of her whiskey. He bites the inside of his lip. His hands stay closed together, shaking slightly.
Rorie Steele: “Or was it because she wasn’t happy with your tiny cock and stopped fucking you after one child?”
He slammed his fist down on the table, the items making clanking sounds afterwards.
Richard Steele: “Watch your mouth, young lady!”
He got up a bit in his chair, slightly towering over her. She wasn’t bothered by it. A laugh came from her throat as her mouth curved into a smirk.
Rorie Steele: “Don’t talk to me like one of your illegitimate children. You stopped being my father when you left me.”
He sat down. A waiter came over, bringing their food. He quietly asked Richard to keep his voice down. Richard simply nodded. He kept his cool around the waiter, not wanting to make more of a scene. Richard grabbed his fork, thinking that maybe stuffing his face would end the awkward situation he was in. Rorie didn’t even look at her food. She downed the rest of the whiskey in the first glass. The other stayed on the table for the moment.
Rorie Steele: “Yet here you are. Here for me. I’m really curious to know why you’re really here.”
He put his fork down, sitting silently for a moment. Rorie just watched him, arms crossed over her chest.
Richard Steele: “I want to be back in your life again. I want to be there for you again. I want to make up for everything I’ve done to you.”
Rorie Steele: “So you can get some money out of me? Now that I’ve fucked my way into a lot cash and get paid to fight… you want my money?”
He looked away for a moment. She knew she was right. She bit at her lip, laughing quietly to herself.
Rorie Steele: “That’s fucking pathetic, Rich. Don’t even comment on the fact that your daughter acts like a whore to get whatever she wants.”
Richard Steele: “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”
Rorie Steele: “Oh… am I making you uncomfortable? Your daughter is a slut, Richard. She sleeps with men to get what she wants. And because she’s so amazing at what she does, she’s given anything she wants. And she fucking loves it. At this point, I don’t even need to sleep with them to get what I want. I can get it by snapping my fucking fingers. But you? You have to resort to finding said daughter, feigning some kind of love for her to see if she’ll give you some. I see through it, Dick. I know exactly what’s on that agenda of yours.”
She glares at him from across the table.
Richard Steele: “That’s not-“
Rorie rolls her eyes and let’s out a loud sigh.
Rorie Steele: “Enough with the fucking lying! I’m so tired of this bullshit. You haven’t seen me in years… and the first things that come out of your mouth are lies. You really fucked me up, daddy.”
He shook his head.
Richard Steele: “We just need a little bit…”
Rorie laughs loudly, not even surprised by his words.
Rorie Steele: “Wow! That's just fucking priceless. I knew I wasn’t wrong. Pathetic doesn’t even come close to what you are.”
She shakes her head, reaching for the second double shot.
Rorie Steele: “I can’t even begin to tell you how embarrassed I am for you. I don’t even know you anymore. You’re just one of the pieces of shit I walk by on the fucking street, at this point. Wouldn’t even give you a second look. And you come to me to ask for fucking money? I wouldn’t even care if it were because your new wife was in the hospital. You didn’t care about your own family… why the fuck should I care about yours? Go fuck yourself, Richard.”
Rorie looked at the glass still in her hand, contemplating. She downed the double and set it down on the table. She stood up, going for her water. She picked it up, throwing it in his face. He slid back in his seat, shocked by what just happened.
Rorie Steele: “I wouldn’t dare waste a drop of alcohol on your deadbeat ass. Don’t contact me again, prick.”
She reached into her purse, pulling out a few hundred-dollar bills. She tossed them onto the table.
Rorie Steele: “Enjoy your fucking dinner.”
She turned and walked away from him. He grabbed at the money, greedily bringing it closer to him. Little did he know, this posh little place cost more than she even put on the table. She still fucked him over. |
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