Left Unexplained

Chapter 5~

"Morning, sunshine," dad's unwanted voice woke me up. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. I rolled my eyes and turned the other way.

I had barely slept that night.

There's no way I could've slept thinking that right at the same moments, Hanna could've been up crying.

That text was pretty damn nasty. If it was me sending it, I would've been gentler.

I had debated with myself all night if I should be upfront and tell her about my dad and his demands, tell her that it was him, not me who had sent the text. Then maybe I could continue my friendship with her secretly, he wouldn't find out.

......who was I kidding? Of course he'll find out! Heck, he probably had eyes and ears inside our school for all I know. It wasn't a lie that he had a long line of people who wanted to work for him, any type of work, be it personal cook, cleaner, secretary,....spy.

So I was left with no choice but to actually end it with her.

I now had to decide whether it should be nicely and gently, or harsh and bitchy.

I rolled my eyes. Dad chose that for me too. Harsh and bitchy was his selection. All I could do was keep my words merciful if and when I spoke to her.

"Grace," he was getting impatient.

"I don't want to hear it, so get out!" my annoyance was muffled by the pillow, but audible enough got him to understand.

"Someone wants to see you," I could almost hear the snicker in his voice. "She's getting a little....feisty. You might want to check up on her."

She? Who the heck was she?

My eyes snapped open with realisation.

'Ohhh snap!'

Hanna! Why the hell would she stay quiet and tucked away while an insult to her parents and her status as orphan was thrown her way?

I silently hoped it wasn't her, I was not ready for a confrontation, at least not in front of my devil-dad. I pushed passed him as I ran to the front door.

She was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and one foot tapping impatiently against the doormat.

Her eyes held an angry glare but her mouth was a sad frown, not an angry one.

I immediately wished I hadn't stepped out of my room.

An angry Hanna, I was ready to deal with, but a sad one? It was always too painful.

Wait, maybe I should do that instead!

Instead of making her sad by being nice to her, I could be a total bitch and make her hate me.

Then technically, it wouldn't just be me having to end our friendship, she'd be wishing for us to break up.

I hid all my guilt and emotions behind a stoic mask.

"A useless orphan?" she quoted from the text with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged. "You mean you?"

This time, both her eyebrows shot up before lowering into a glower.

"That's a new level of low, Grace," her tone was becoming defensive.

"What? I call it as I see it. C'mon, be honest, you must be pretty useless if Mr and Mrs Morgan actually have to hit you to get you to work."

"What the shit?! At least I can get shit done! I bet you haven't even seen a broom in your life, let alone use one!"

"Speaking of getting shit done, if you were oh so amazing," I waved my hands for emphasis. "and got your 'shit done', then you wouldn't be scared of your parents. They wouldn't have anything to beat you over."

Did I always have this inner-bitch hiding inside of me? I just couldn't believe that the first time I discovered this side of me was when I had to face-off against my soon to be ex-best friend.

I knew dad was standing somewhere in the corner, listening to our feud.

'This is what you wanted right? Satisfied now, dad?' I put my hand against the side of my forehead to take my hand though my hair, but a sharp sting made me wince. I remembered the cut I got from yesterday and arranged my hair to hide it, hoping Hamma didn't notice. She didn't seem to though, she was all worked up in this fight to notice petty things such as my scars.

When I looked back at her, I instantly regretted it. Her anger seemed to have simmered down into pure dejection.

Shit. I'd better crank it up a notch before her sadness gets to me.

"Where is this all coming from Grace?" she whispered.

"It's all been there, smack dab written all over you. Every time I saw those marks, I got pissed at you for not standing up. Maybe this whole time it was you, not your parents. If you had a fight in you, you should've used it against them. Instead, you spent your whole damn time hoping to not end up in the orphanage," I snapped. Her lips contorted back into a scowl.

It was working. I just had to keep it going until she snapped back at me. Then this torturous situation would be history.

"Like, did you not stop to consider that if they hated you so much already, they would send you off in a jiffy when they get a chance? For now, you're just their little goat who cleans up after them. They'll soon realise they could just hire a cleaner for that, and it what's the best part about hiring a cleaner? She cleans for you, then leaves. Just watch Hanna, they'll drop you off to hellhole and all this suffering you caused yourself would be for nothing."

Angry tears glistened in her green eyes. She blinked them away and gritted her teeth. Her fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. It looks spike she was fighting to control herself from slapping me.

'Do it, Hanna. Slap me. Slap me hard and walk away. Be pissed at me. Please Hanna, make this easy for me,' I silently urged her.

Instead, she had a better idea. Her eyes landed on the heart statue sitting on a side table. I recognised it as the statue we both fell in love with and bought it with our shared money.

She stormed inside my house and knocked it over, cracking it into pieces. Still not satisfied, she jumped on top of the pieces repeatedly before storming back out. With a harsh glare, she whipped around and left, her long and straight brunette hair flying behind her.

When I was sure she was out of sight, I slid down to the floor and broke into tears. How could I not?

I heard the heavy footsteps of my dad walking into the living room. I snarled at him and he snickered in response.

'Bastard can't even hide his evil,' I thought.

"Satisfied?" I choked out.

"Very," he agreed. "Though it was more entertaining than what I had expected. Honestly, I didn't think my daughter could've pulled out that level of bitch. Even harsh wouldn't be a word strong enough to describe your remarks." He settled into an armchair and crossed a leg over the other.

"Don't call me that!" I snapped.

"What? Oh, you mean my daughter? Why not? You are my flesh and blood after all."

"Flesh and blood wouldn't make their own go through hell like that!"

"Some things need to be done the hard way Gracie, you'll learn that as you grow older."

I didn't have enough energy left in me to retort, so I leaned against the nearest wall and closed my eyes.

It was official. I had completely pissed off a person who was extremely important to me.

Did I do something in my past life to deserve this shit or something? Getting rejected by being stood up, learning my sweet and loving dad is the devil reincarnated and losing a lifelong best friend in just a month?

I must've really pissed off someone for them to give me the strongest evil eye they could muster.

This month was so not mine, the apparent 'Princess of Raven Wood College'.

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