How To Be A Heartbreaker

Eleven

Grace

I closed the door as quietly as I could in order not to wake up anyone and made my way to my room, stepping on the tips of my toes. I entered my bedroom, falling on my bed with a sigh closing my eyes. I remembered feeling someone hold me as I slept last night, a hard chest on my back and soft snores in my ear. Then the inevitable question made its way to me mind

Why?

Why did Dario help me, why did he take me home that night instead of leaving me for Ella to find, and why did his brother have such a strong dislike towards me.

I shook the questions out of my head, knowing full well I couldn't answer them. I went downstairs, once I heard the hush, sleepy voices of my family downstairs. I slowly walked to the kitchen, regretting coming down as I saw my father's face. A deep frown had found home on his face, he looked pissed.

shit

He knew I didn't come home last night, and judging by the looks on Helena's and David's face, they knew exactly why he was mad.

" Where were you last night, I thought we agreed you'll be back? " I gulped

" I- I stayed with Ella, you know, to get adapted to the apartment , plus it was pretty late and I didn't wanna - " His raised hand made me stop my blabbering, ducking my head, avoiding his hard stare.

" You should've called, or at least text to tell me that you won't be back " he said as he sipped his coffee

" Me and your father were very worried, Gracie, we barely slept from fear that something happened to you" Said Helena, making me scoff

" Yeah right, cut the bullshit, okay Helena, you don't care about me, or Dave or anyone but yourself. If it wasn't for his money you would have never married him" I yelled, pointing at my father , who was fuming but remained silent

"That's not true"

" Oh yeah, is that why you called me a selfish whore at the hospital ? '' I told her, remembering that terrible night in the ER. She opened her mouth, only to close it again, she knew I was right. They all did, even if they didn't like to acknowledge it

" Okay, enough, both of you. Grace, go to your room, please. It's too early for you to fight" My father said. I left the kitchen, bumping into my uncle's chest on the way to my bedroom.

" Hey Gray, are you okay, kiddo ? " he asked, gripping my biceps softly to prevent me from leaving. I nodded but that didn't seem to be a satisfying enough answer as he continued to search my eyes. I finally looked at him and his face softened, as he saw the tears on the brim of my eyes.

" Can't you guess what happened " I said letting out a watery laugh, making him smile a bit

" Helena ? " he asked and I gave him another nod , even though I'm sure he knew what went down, it's not the first time a fight between me and her had occurred, and certainly not the last. I gave him a hug and told him not to worry about me, making my way upstairs once again, only to be stopped by Ben voice calling my name for the second time

" Yeah ? "

" In two weeks, me and Laura are having an engagement party"

" That's great, really. Will it be like black tie, cocktail? I need to know what to wear ? " I said, slightly teasing tone.

Ben and Laura were together from highschool, and decided they'll get engaged the year before mom's death, and as you can understand the engagement got postponed. A couple months prior, he finally popped the question and, obviously, Laura said yes.

" Black tie, and you need a plus one " I gave him a thumbs up, but as if he heard my thoughts he added

" And it can't be Ella, she's already invited with her family"

" Oh come on, then who am I supposed to bring then"

" I don't know, don't you have any other friends"

I thought about it, did I know anyone I could bring? I mean you could always ask him. I don't think so, but it's not a bad idea, plus I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind. You saw how friendly he was in the car. Maybe if I asked him, as a friendly favour, it wouldn't be weird, would it. Nope, no it wouldn't. Okay brain, you win

" I'll think about it" We gave each other a last smile, and then I disappeared into my bedroom. After I closed the door, it hit me, how am I supposed to contact Dario when I don't have his personal info? I don't have his phone number, any of his social media accounts, hell I don't even know his address even though I've been to his house.

I opened my phone, accidently opening my emergency contacts list, only to realise there was a new contact added there. I clicked on the small icon and a photo of Dario and I on the bus, him smiling as I was sleeping, tucked on the crook of his neck. I smiled, shaking my head as i read the name he had set

" call this hot motherfucker if you need anything "

I couldn't help laughing, he was unbelievable.

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I thought about calling but I couldn't bring myself to do so, it felt too early. After an hour of staring at his number on my phone I decided against calling, concluding I would have to get to know him better, before asking him to accompany me .

It was now evening and I grew hungry, since the only thing in my system was Dario's grilled cheese I ate for breakfast. As I passed the living room area I heard someone call my name, making the blood drain from my face.

Fuck, he was here

" Hey, tell your friend, if he does that again, I'm gonna fucking kill him. Got it ? " Steve said, trying to get up, but being pushed back down by Nolan. I nodded, not sparing another glance at them

The fact that my brother still invites him over makes my stomach sick. He says there's nothing he can do, since they're teammates, but I know for a fact he could get him kicked out of the team any second now. The sad thing is, he didn't want to, or he didn't care, which honestly hurt, because regardless of what that man did to his little sister, he still tolerated it, which is equally bad as what Steve did.

I leaned against the counter, eating some left over pasta, as my brother waltzed into the kitchen, an apologetic look on his face. He scratched the back of his neck ready to apologise for Steve but I didn't let him

" Don't even bother, Dave. You promised he won't be here next time you meet up at our house, why is he here?" I asked, my eyes fixed on my food

" I'm sorry, okay, I didn't know he was coming tonight. If I did I would have told you, so you could go to Ella's or something" I gaped at him. Was he serious, so not only my rapist is lounging in my house, but he gets me kicked out as well. I don't think so.

" Next time you know he's coming, go somewhere else. I'm not gonna leave because he's here. It's my house" I raised my voice slightly, not wanting to alarm the guys in the living room. My brother ran his hand down his face, sighing before turning around to leave

" Fine, fine. But seriously, you're friend can't just beat people out of the blue "

" Then tell your friend not to harass people, if he doesn't want to get punched in the face" was the last thing I told my brother before he returned to his friends.