You and your 17 year old daughter Kenzie, lived in a house with your husband Ashton. Ashton wasn’t Kenzie’s dad, another man was. He had died when she was 14, which left her heartbroken. 2 years later, you found Ashton.
Kenzie never really excepted Ashton. To her nothing could ever replace her father. All Ashton ever did was treat her like royalty, just like he did you, but she would only bite back at it, refusing to let him in.
One night on a Monday you were on your way home from work. It had been a long day, and all you wanted to do was sleep. Ashton had stayed home since he had a day off, and made sure Kenzie had someone to come home too.
You pulled up to the house and walked in. Screams filled your ears making you cringe. Your head was pounding.
"What the hell is going on?" You yelled above the shouts. You saw in the living room a red face Ashton, staring deadly at Kenzie. She had on a very tight black dress, strapless, and was just kinda relieving.
“Ashton won’t let me go out!” She scoffed with her long brown hair bouncing.
“I’m not letting her go out in some slutty outfit like that!” He yelled pointing to the dress.
“THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH IT!!” She screamed at him.
“YOUR CLEAVAGE IS PRACTICALLY HANGING OUT OF IT.” He barked back. You watched stunned and exhausted at the sight.
"ALRIGHT." You hissed as the pounding in your head increased.
“Mom please tell him it’s fine.” Your daughter pleaded.
“Kenzie go to your room.” You sighed. Her hazel eyes filled with tears.
“GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU.” She cried at him and sprinting up the stairs, a bang rumbled through the house as she slammed her door. Ashton huffed and fell onto the couch.
“Ashton you know she doesn’t mean it..” You whispered rubbing his back as he held his head in his hands.
“Yes it is! She hates me (Y/N)!” He choked as your heart sank.
"I’ll go talk to her." You told him getting up and walking upstairs. You knocked on the door.
"GO AWAY." A muffled voice yelled.
“Kenzie open the door it’s me.” You demanded with a soft tone. A few footsteps patted to the door before it opened. There stood your daughter with makeup running down her face, and her body hugged by the dress.
“Sit down doll.” You ordered quietly walking to the bed. You sit down beside her and took we shoulders.
“You know he loves you right?” You questioned.
“No he doesn’t, he hates me! Mom he’s gonna leave us I already know.” She sniffled running her fingers through her hair.
“Kenzie, Ashton loves you. Ashton treats you like his own and all you do is bite at him. I didn’t marry him to replace your father, I married him cause I loved him, and he loved you. You know you wouldn’t get out of this house with that on you. The reason he did that was because he loves you. He doesn’t hate you, he loves you, and he just wants to protect you.” You explained wiping the mascara from her cheeks.
“Okay..You think I should go talk to him?” She asked. You nodded grinning. She walked out and saw Ashton walking toward her. She ran into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I’m so sorry." She whimpered into his neck.
“No, I’m sorry, you can go to the party.” He smiled warmly. Excitement spread across her face.
“OH MY GOSH THANK YOU!!” She shouts running back to her room to do her makeup. She rushed back downstairs where you stood with him.
“Be home by 11. I love you.” You told her kissing her forehead.
“Okay. Love you too.” He smiled walking to the door.
"I love you dad." She beamed at him. His eyes watered as his cheeks turned pink.
“Love you too Kenzie.” He nodded.