ameliahunter:
Amelia had a hard time admitting when she was feeling feeble, infirm but with this man she’d grown to consider an uncle, she was able to feel light, like a feather. Every burden that’d been weighing down on her slowly began lifting from her as if he’d found her under a mess of bricks. “Mmm… does he still hate me?” She shouldn’t care whether or not Richard Hunter Sr. hated her, he made her life a living hell, but if she were being honest, she needed him more than anything these days. A girl needed her father to tell her what the fuck to do in these situations.
Harry was glad that Amelia could trust him, he took a certain pride and cautiousness within that role. It was difficult to be a father, but from his own life experience, he knew it was even more of a trouble to be a kid without a father. Her question rattled him and he tried to keep his face as blank as possible. There was no excuse for what Richard did, but Harry knew the man never meant to hurt her. “He never hated you, Amelia.” He stated firmly. “He loves you. He’s just...he made some mistakes.”












