Under the Influence

Under the Influence: 13

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~ Chapter 13 ~

Greg

There he stood, with his non-creased navy suit and dark rimmed glasses. I couldn’t see through them so right now, I have to admit, he did look a little intimidating. But then I reminded myself of what he puts us through time and time again.

Not seeing him for a week and a half really infuriated me but I kept quiet for the sake of my mum but now he just waltzed right in and acted like he never left. I had the urge to punch the smirk off of his smirk, which was not my original sort of thing; I was never one to solve problems with violence.

The atmosphere was thick and full of tension that much was obvious.  I’m such Belle noticed it because she decided to try and ease it. Fat load of good that did!

Everyone was silent until he had the audacity to question Belle. Ooh, the nerve of that man. Who does he think he is? Just because my mum is standing next to him like a love struck teenager does not mean that he is forgiven for leaving us for a week.

I might have forgiven in the past but enough was enough. It’s time I stood up for my family, even if it does cost me a black eye.

It will be worth it.

I clenched my fists as he approached Belle and me, my glare never faltered. Belle must have noticed my anger so she tried to calm me down.

“Hey, ignore him. He’s not worth it,” she whispered. “We’ll clean it up. There, problem solved!”

It wasn’t working so she grabbed hold of my fists and unclenched them until they were spread out. My father froze at that moment and just watched Belles actions.

“Look at me,” she demanded.

My eyes flickered in her direction once before resuming with the glares. She sighed heavily and grabbed hold of my face and thrust my face into her direction.

I looked up at her blue eyes and realised that my glare was softening. Who knew that Belle knew how to calm a person down?

“Calm down,” she whispered. It was so quiet in the kitchen; my father still looked at Belle in, what looked like, amazement.

When the intensity of my glares had disappeared completely, she let go of my face and faced my father. She was confident, her stance said it all. If my father messed around with Belle, I’m sure she’d cut off his balls and make him eat them.

Only then did my father know of what had been going on in his house while he was out doing whatever.

Belle

Greg’s father didn’t scare me. He came across as intimidating first but now all I could see was a weak defenceless man, the same qualities that are found in my own mother.

He looked me straight in the eyes and asked rudely,”Who are you? I don’t have a daughter do I?

I replied, a little shocked, “I would never want to be your daughter anyway! And I’m Isabelle, I live here,”