He's pissed, but not at you

Your dad waits until you're in the safety of your own home before asking what happened. You stare at him for a moment, tears welling up again as you struggle to find the words. Thankfully he's patient. He always has been when it comes to you, it's one of the reasons he's the best dad in your eyes.

Eventually, you do manage to find your voice. "You... You remember how I told you about the boy I met? The one by the old shipwreck?"

"Of course! You've been talking about him nonstop..."

"Well, he was too good to be true." you admit, adverting your gaze to the floor, "He left this morning, but not before... Dad, he... I think I might be..."

"He forced you, didn't he?" he asks after a moment.

You nod, shame flooding over you. "I think he spiked my drink last night. I remember a bit of it now. I think he always planned to ditch me."

It's silent for a moment, both of you taking in the situation. Your dad makes the first move, wrapping you in a tight hug. You cling back, terrified of what comes next. "It's okay Vic, I know you didn't want this." he whispers in your ear, "It's okay, I'm here now. You're safe."

"Are you mad at me?" you ask tearfully.

"No, I'm not mad at you." he says, "You didn't do anything wrong... But if I meet the boy, I promise you he's going to be fish food."

You snort into his shoulder. "He's long gone dad. Gone back to Australia."

"I've got connections baby." he says, "There's nowhere he can hide and think he'll be safe... But you are my main priority right now. I know the police won't do shit, damn racist bastards, but I can at least make sure you are taken care of. How about I run you a nice, warm bath and we just relax for tonight? I'll make something warm and spicy and we can watch that new werewolf movie you've been raving about. Tomorrow we can figure out what do to, okay?"

You nod, more than ready to forget this hellish day. "Can you make peanut butter cookies too?" you ask.

"Of course darling. Whatever makes you happy."