Player Turns Sweetheart (wlw)

Chapter 8

Riaha Pov:


I walk into the living room to see Ivlynn's dad sitting in my living room. 

oh shit oh shit oh shit.... please don't sue me....

"Good Evening Mr.Fanchini,  to what do I owe the pleasure." I say politely, and smile forcefully at him.

I'm really surprised he's here. Last I heard he hadn't come back into Ivlynn's life since she was 11. He went off to Maine to marry a very pretty woman named Bethany Rose, now know as Bethany Rose-Fanchini. I heard she's a pretty well know model up there. She was nice and all but Ivlynn being Ivlynn, hated her. Mainly because her mom was being replaced.

"Good evening as well to you too Riaha. Long time no see. Please join us." He says rather politely. 

I hesitantly sit down on the couch, the farthest away from my father, since he as well was sitting there as Mr.Fanchini was occupying a comfy recliner across from us.

I cast a nervous glance in my dad's direction to see he was glaring at me with a knowing look.

"Right, anyway straight to the point I was just talking to your father about the number you did on my daughter." I gulp.

"Umm about that..." I trail not knowing where this is going.

'To offer complete honesty, Gracie has raised Ivlynn to be very stuck up. She's become a gold digger and only wants my money. Not my love as a father. And As her father OfCourse I should care for her well being, as I do, but I'm here to say that we will not be pressing charges. I frankly believe in teaching lessons, and my daughter was long overdue one. I'm not saying I condone your behavior, but we will simply not be pressing charges that is all. However, I would like to hear your side of the story, to make sure the fight was just. What exactly did my daughter say to you for you to lay your hands on her?" He asks his voice changing through out his speech. 

I'm safe. I'm not going to fucking jail. Maybe detention and some suspension but NO JAIL!!!!

Anyway, I'm not surprised he has resentment for Gracie, Ivlynn's Bio mom. Hatred was a common thing in their family. Sometimes I could hear them fighting while I was inside my house. their voices rose up that high, but unlike my dad no hands were thrown ever.

" I appreciate that Mr.Fanchini,  as you know I used to be close to her, until she spread awful accusations about my dad abusing me." 

I cast a fake loving glance in my dads direction to see him fake smiling at me for saying that. I inwardly roll my eyes, and then continue.

"But she, and excuse my French, called me a bitch,  and then proceeded to tell me it was my fault my mother left, that she never loved or wanted me and, proceeded to accusing my dad of abusing me, making fun of me in the process, she went on a huge rant degrading me, bullying me and I acted irrationally. I punched her and she charged at me. I'm sorry but I couldn't just stand there and hear her not only talk bad about me but also about my dad. If you don't stand up for family... well then what do you live for right?" I ask hoping I'm believable.

He glances at me with a fatherly love. 

"If only I had a daughter like you, John you are so lucky to have such a respectful, young lady as your daughter, I mean imagine having mine." He chuckles bitterly, casting a glance at my dad, and I flash a warm smile. 

"Well I believe I need to have a discussion with my daughter, have a very nice night, to the both of you." He says standing up. Clearing his throat. 

My father follows suit and they shake hands.  I do the same and my father walks him outside. I rather don't want my dad to barge into my room again so I stay in the living room so he will return. Hoping to finish any conversation there may be left.

I sit on the couch  and raise only my head when he walks in. He looks at me with a frown.
"You just saved your own ass.  Your a good manipulator cunt. You may grab a sanwich out of the fridge and have that as dinner. If you refuse go to your room and don't show your face for the rest of the night. Your suspended from school for 2 days. I got a call from your principal. You've done tierd me out so don't think im going easy on you." He says a flops on the couch with an opened beer in hand.

I stand ageist for a minute. He's never been this nice. He complimented me? In a very, very rude way but it counts... Ehh he's still a piece of shit.

I grab the offered sandwich out of the fridge and head up to my room with a small smile on my face.

...
As soon as I plop down on my bed I text  Ash.  

Me: "Hey, I'm back in my room... you still there?"