Rye stumbled and pretty much fell to the floor, due to the fact that what he was leaning against had just swung open rather quickly.
"i thought i heard voices" a deep voice spoke, causing me to shudder. Rye got to his feet, joining me by my side.
(A/N- low key laughing cause all i can picture is Ross from friends when he finds out about Rachel and Joey are dating and just freaks out😂 2 points if you get the reference.. 'i hope everyone likes mexican food cause im mAKING FAJITAS'😂😭)
"sir- im- so sorry. I'm Rye, Rye Beaumont.. it's nice to finally meet you" Rye said nervously, holding out his hand for my father to shake. He stared at it before taking Rye's hand and shaking it, a stern look across his face.
"First boyfriend huh?" My dad asked, looking towards me, letting go of Rye's hand, which seemed to be trembling.
"i- yeah, sorry, Rye this is my dad.. Connor Summers" i managed to speak. My dad gave a satisfied nod, before ushering us inside. Rye grabbed our bags and headed straight for the bedroom, i'm guessing he knew my dad would want to be.. left alone for a while with me.
"Seems like an interesting lad" was the first thing my father said before he slammed the suit door shut. i felt my body go tense.
"He's the best dad.. very talented too.. and he makes me happy, okay?" i managed to tell him. My dad never approved of me even being friends with boys nevermind dating them.. god knows what he's thinking now.
"Okay" he said, pacing slowly around the suit, his fingers brushing each object as he passed, making me gulp. god was i nervous.
"so-" he cut me off.
"Why are you keeping me from seeing my granddaughter?" He asked, now stood right in front of me, anger present in his tone as he stared down at me.
"i- i'm not.. Mia was the one who-"
"Do not lie to me Faith, why are you keeping her from me-"
"I told you i'm not-" i paused, my breathing suddenly becoming shaky as i realised i shouldn't have interrupted. He glared down at me, waiting for me to finish, looking rather agitated.
"I'm not keeping her from you.. she just wanted to stay with her Uncle Brooklyn and-"
"excuse me? uncle brooklyn? who in the fuck is that-"
"don't you.. d-dare" i stutter, regretting it instantly. his hand went up and i knew he was about to slap me. it was if he was moving in slow motion. as his hand came towards my face, i squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the impact. only.. it never did.
"Don't touch her" a voice, or growl more like, came from beside me. i opened my eyes to see Rye, stood there, grasping my fathers arm in his hand.
he kept his promise.
My father glared at him, his eyes ablaze in anger. He let out a breath, and Rye let go of his arm, before snaking his own around my waist protectively.
"You can't keep her from me, you know that right?" my dad said, as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring Rye's presence.
"i swear.. i wouldn't lie about this.." i say quietly, looking down at the floor for a moment. i soon avert my gaze back up to the man, who i so called my father. He gave a short nod, obviously not happy about my answer.
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Found ;; Rye Beaumont
Fanfiction"i was once lost.. but now, thanks to faith.. i had found my old self.. and i was forever grateful. for.. i'd found myself in her." [ Sequel to Lost ;; Rye Beaumont ]
