Being in my grandmother's house was always a very akward moment but being there with my parents, her and my boyfriend was even more akward. My parents are starting to accept Scott wich is a really good thing, the problem now is my grandmother Rose, I know that after my grandfather's death she will never trust or accept a demon in our family, she would never let her only granddaughter date a demon.
We are seated in her living room, no one dared to say a thing, this is so akward.
-So he is a demon. You must really hate this family Grace.
What is she talking about?? I dont hate my family, not at all, I love them, everyone, including her. Wait does she think that I hate them just because I date a demon?? That's ridiculous.
-Mother please.-My dad said.
-What John is true how could she, how could she bring a demon to our family, especialy after Tony's...
My grandmother yelled and left the room with tears in her eyes. The screams and the tears aren't very usual to my grandmother Rose, she doesnt scream a lot and the last time I remember seeing her crying was when my grandfather died.
-I'll go talk to her.-my parents looked hesitant at first but then nodded, Scott nodded too.
Walking after my grandmother I stopped when I saw her in the garden looking at roses.
-Grandmother...
-Do you see these roses Grace?-she asked me not even looking at me.
-Y-yes, they are beautiful.
-Your grandfather planted them for me. He used to say "Roses for another Rose", I though it was so cheesy but I knew he did that because he loved me, he always did.
Wow my grandmother is opening herself to me, she never did that before and I wont stop her. I feel like she needs this, she needs to let everything out.
-You know me Grace, I am a very cold person, I always have been like this. When I was your age, some girls in school used to say I would never find a man because no one wants someone like me, I believed them, no man got interest in me, until your grandfather. We met in a park, he bumped into me, he was so nice, a true gentleman I have to say, he was the opposite of me.
-Your grandfather is was...full of life, he tried to know me, he even asked me out on a date, I said no. I though he was trying to make fun of me or something so I pushed him away, I pushed, and pushed and pushed but he always came back, always. Eventually I gave up and we went on a date, it was the best night of my life. We soon got married and had your father, then your father grew up met your mother and had you. When you were born, your grandfather was so excited he was always saying to your parents he wanted grandchildren, he wanted to spend most of the time just holding and looking at you. But then...
My grandmother took a deep breath, wiped her tears and continue talking.
-But then he died, he was killed. Ohh Grace, he always did everything to protect me, us, all of us, he was the bravest man I ever knew. Look Grace I am not saying that I dont want you to date or something, I'm not even saying that Scott is a bad guy, it's just...he is a demon.
-Demons are the angel's enemies, and one of them killed your grandfather, killed the love of my life. Grace I know I might not show or even say but I love you, I do, your my granddaughter, I want the best for, I want you to be happy, safe, I want you to live a life full of love like I did, and I dont know if he is the right guy for you.
I cant believe my grandmother she actually said she loves me, she doesnt hate Scott, she is just trying to protect me. Now I feel so guilty, I never realize what my relationship with Scott would bring to her, I never realized how much pain she must be feeling, because Scott didnt kill my grandfather but it was a demon and that's what he is, seeing Scott and know what he is brings so many painful memories to my grandmother.
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Angels & Demons
FantasiaGrace is a sixteen years old teenager. She has a normal life, she live's with her parents, has a lot of friends, doesn't have any siblings and it's an excellent student. Grace though that anything could make her unhappy until something happen in he...
