Unquestionable love

Chapter 2

I took some time before coming back home to my lonesome house. I had dance which was.... okay if you don't mind Tiffany (a girl in my class) who always complains about Ms. Hoobways choreography. If she doesn't like it then why is she still in that class? Anyways, I park the car in my drive way and walk in the house. I put my purse on the hanger and walk upstairs to change out of these sweaty clothes. I shut the door, close my blinds and search for some comfortable clothes. As I was about to change, I heard footsteps walking around the house, then I hear the tap running. Eh, it's probably nothing. I change into dry comfortable clothes putting my hair into a messy bun and walk downstairs. I'm kind of hungry, let's see what the refrigerator has in store for me. I enter the kitchen just to see a total stranger in my kitchen. I scream, grabbing his attention and drop his glass of water on the floor.
"Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!" I ask him, extremely terrified.
"Calm down. Your father sent me here" he answers.
Is this guy for real?
"My dad's in jail, there is no way that he could send you here" I confirm.
He snickers. "Yeah, well I just got out of there myself" he confess.
"Wha-- I'm gonna get to the bottom of this" I imply.
I grab my purse and car keys and walk out of the house, getting in my car. I put my purse at the back and start the ignition. All of a sudden, stranger boy gets in the passengers seat.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm your protector" he replies.
I laugh. "Yeah, good one"
"I'm not kidding. Your dad sent me to your house so I could protect you"
"Why?" I ask again.
"He just cares for you"
I don't have time for this, visiting hours will be over soon.
"Whatever, just don't get in my way" I warn him.
He lies back in his chair reclining it a bit.
"Whatever you say princess"
I roll my eyes and back out of the driveway and drive to the jail house.

. . .

I was waiting in the visiting room, seated at a table, waiting for my dad. Ross was just talking to his former cell mates. Ugh, I cannot believe dad got this guy to protect me, I don't even think he can protect a potato. I hear the locked automatic doors buzz and turn around to see if it was my dad. It was. I wave to him and he walks over to me still in his orange jumpsuit and his hands cuffed in front of him. He sits down in front of me.
"Hey dad" I speak with a small smile on my face.
"Hey sweetie" he smiles.
"So what are you doing here? You usually visit me every 2 weeks" he adds.
"I know but I have a feeling that you have some explaining to me" I say as I point to Ross.
"Oh yes, him" he says.
"Why is he my protector? He's a criminal" I remind him.
"Don't judge a book by it's cover Laura"
"I know but you're letting a criminal live in our house. A house that has lots of things that's pawn-able and who knows, maybe he's on your good side for now but what happens when he kills me?"
"You don't know that"
"Well you don't know that he would or wouldn't do that"
Ha. I got him there.
"Look, I know your mother left and you have no one, that's why I got Ross to protect you" he explains.
"For what though?" I ask.
"For dangerous people, getting yourself hurt or killed and boys" he adds.
Yeah, my dad is super protective of me when it comes to guys. When it's a serial killer out to kill me, he would be worried but not as worried as me having a boyfriend. When Greg and I were still a thing, dad almost killed him when he walked in on us kissing. He's super protective but that's just what makes him dad.
"Dad I can handle things on my own" I imply to him.
"I'm not a little girl anymore" I add, reminding him.
"I know you aren't but you'll always will be. Even when you're a grandma, you'll still be my little girl" he confesses, making me smile.
"But dad--"

"Just give Ross a chance sweetie, he has no where to go and he's protecting you for me. It's a win win" he exclaims.
"Where do I win in this?" I question him.
"You get to have friend"
"I already have Hilary, dad"
"I know but more friends"
I sigh. I knew I wasn't going to win this argument.
"Just give him a chance sweetie, please" he pleads.
I sigh frustratingly. "Fine"
"Thank you honey" he thanks me with a big 'I'm proud of you kiddo' smile.
The police take my dad back to his cell since visiting hours were over. Ross and I, along with everyone else walked out of this place. I sat in the drivers seat leaning back on the chair taking some deep breathes. Ross sits in the passengers seat.
"Don't be so dramatic princess" I look at him.
"Don't tell me what to do, and never call me princess" I warn him.
He smirks. "Whatever you say......" "princess" he adds later on.
Does anyone want to trade criminal body guards with me?