Drabble (280 Words)

Alright, this is simple, he told himself. Just walk in, tell him and then leave.

Nodding to himself in assurance more than anything else he stalked up to the front door. He stopped one millimetre from knocking before turning around and running back down the path.

Still panting slightly he looked at the dark mahogany door in front of him and closed his eyes. “I can do this,” he muttered to himself.

Holding his head up higher he walked back down the path to the door, each step more hesitant than the last and his head lowering the closer he got.

Just before he touched the wood, he stopped, his hand shaking.

Closing his eyes, he thought, for her, and then knocked twice. The sound made his entire body tremble and he briefly considered running down the path again.

“Can I help you?” asked a deep voice. Opening his eyes he looked at the formidable man standing before him.

“I’m here for you daughter?” he asked, squeaking.

The man looked at him appraisingly before he was turned around by a stunning woman.

“I’m here,” she said, hugging her father, “I’m going now dad, I’ll be back soon.”

She twirled past her father and towards her date.

“Have fun baby,” he said, giving one last stare to the boy.

“She’ll be back before 12!” he yelped out.

The last thing he saw before the door shut was the man smiling and drawing a finger across his neck in warning. The boy ran like mad to his car and breathed a sigh of relief when he reached it alive.

Smiling to himself he thought, that went better than the last twenty-two times.