You Left Me Filled With Hate || Casseo (and Joshua Fox)
It had been a few weeks since the Gala; a few quiet, silent weeks. Cassidy hadn’t heard a peep out of her father since the incident, though she had received a few… interesting, unsigned letters. Unsigned, she knew, so that he had plausible deniability. She knew her father, she knew how he worked, and that was why, as she moved around her staff apartment and put a book back on the shelf, she found it so incredibly suspicious that she hadn’t heard a single thing from him in so many weeks. He usually couldn’t go more than a few days, two weeks at most, without calling or writing to remind her of her place after she somehow disobeyed him. Granted, it hadn’t happened in years, but still… She had expected something. Anything.
(She hadn’t, however, expected the knock on the door. Theo wasn’t due to arrive for at least another twenty minutes.)
The sound made her jump, and she frowned and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. She shouldn’t be so twitchy, though she could easily pinpoint why. Deciding to defect, not having told Felix, planning her own death… All of it was very, very nerve-wracking, and despite Theo having assured her that she would survive, she still found herself unnerved. She tugged open the door, smile on her lips as she began to speak. “Theo, I didn’t expe— Father?!” Her voice broke as she took in the salt-and-pepper haired man before her, and she backed up, eyes widening as he walked in and surveyed the surroundings. “Pathetic,” he sneered, glaring towards her daughter. “You would think a government agency would provide better accommodation, but then, you certainly don’t deserve anything more than this, do you?"
She frowned harshly, backing up further as he advanced towards her. “Leave.” Her voice was solid, not like it had been so many weeks earlier when she had shaken in his presence. But she was still scared; perpetually, always terrified of her father. “Get out of my apartment. How did you even get up here?” His glare turned more vicious and she backed up further, back smacking against the wall far too soon. “Watch your tongue," he spat, glaring down at his daughter. "Worse than your mother," he ground out, towering over her. "Couldn’t you have at least picked someone better to whore yourself out to? At least your bitch of a mother didn’t think she move up. She knew her place. It’s a damn shame she never got a chance to teach you yours.”
Cassidy blanched, and scowled, standing up straight and glaring up at him. “Don’t you dare speak that way about her,” she hissed. “I know what you did to her, you mons—" Her words were cut off by a swift smack to the face, and she barely winced as her head jerked to the right, and a small smattering of blood hit the wall beside her. "Don’t you dare speak to me in that manner, you little slut. You’re worse than her. You’re absolutely useless to me, you know that? Absolutely useless. Pathetic, and worthless. You can’t even complete the simple mission that they assigned you. I warned them, I did, that you weren’t good enough for this, but they just never listened to me. They expect so much of you, but I know better, don’t I?”