Grayson's pov
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"You never told me why you had a gun in your closest." I flipped onto my side, looking at Angel as she focused on her homework. She hung her pencil on the spiral of her notebook, looking at me with a sigh.
"Its for protection. Nobody would suspect that the kid has the gun in her room, they would assume the parents room or living area." She explained. She ruffled my hair as she set her books on the side table of the hotel room.
"How long until your house is suitable for you guys to go back?" I asked. She shrugs, "I haven't asked. I like staying in hotels. Makes me feel more secure than when I'm home."
"You should always feel safe at your house." I sit up, looking at her as she tried to distract herself to not look me in the eyes.
She tends to try to avoid eye contact when we have serious conversations. I've picked up on that as long as I've known her. If she does look me in the eyes while we have a conversation thats really serious, I can see the tears forming. Shes sensitive, but never admits to it. It sometimes makes me wonder if I've ever made her cry. If I ever have, it wasn't on purpose. I never want to make her cry, it'd make me feel bad, horrible.
"To be honest," she started, but the door to the room opened. Her brother nodded his head at me as a form of, 'whats up' then looked at Angel.
"Dad wants to talk to you. He's on the phone." He informed her, handing her the phone. She took it from him then brought it to her ear.
"Hi, daddy." She spoke softly. It was evident that she missed her father. In her bedroom, she had framed pictures of her family ranging from when she was a new born to maybe a year ago. She had a picture of her and her father at one of her track meets right next to her bed. All she's really told me of their relationship is that they used to be close when she was younger. She didn't explain pass that, but I could see how much she missed him when her face lit up when her brother told her that he was on the phone.
"No, I had Grayson with me that night. He and I had went to track practice and then came back to the house. We didn't do anything, I promise." Her voice was brittle, like she was about to cry.
"No, daddy. I promise he and I didn't do anything." She brought her hand to her cheek, wiping it. I pulled her body into mine, knowing she was in fact crying. I played with her hair as she talked on the phone with her father.
It felt like two minutes passed by that she was silently crying in my arms while talking to her father, but it was really almost a half hour.
When she hung up the phone, she buried her head into my chest, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my body as she began to cry harder than she was earlier. I felt bad, she was so upset.
"Angel," I spoke softly as I stroked her hair. She brought her head from my chest and looked at me. Her cheeks had tear stains and her eyes held more tears. I'd never seen her so upset looking. It was apparent she needed someone, and I was determined to be that someone for her. She's been there for me since she moved here, now its my chance to show her that kind of love back.
"Why am I even crying?" She laughed through her tears, pulling away from my body completely. She wiped her cheeks and looked away.
"Because you miss your dad." I rested my hand on her knee. She nodded, and hiccuped another round of sobs. She ran her hands down her face, then wiped the smeared makeup from under her eyes. It didn't work well, her mascara was running down her cheeks and kept smearing.
"I'm such a mess right now. How are you not laughing?" She asked, looking at herself in the mirror across from the bed. She then looked at me, resting her pointer finger and thumb on my chin. She tilted my head to look at mirror she was looking in.
"Because its not funny, Ang. You're upset, why would I laugh?" I looked back at her face. She nodded, laying back on the bed. She tried to rub the makeup off her cheeks by licking her fingers, that didn't work.
I got off the bed and walked over to the dresser where she's set all her makeup stuff. I grabbed the small pack that holds her remover wiped, taking the used one out and closing the tab on it. She smiled as I sat next to her body as she laid there. She reached for the wipe, but I started to wipe the makeup off for her.
"I don't deserve you." She rested her hand around my wrist.
"Why do you say that?" I asked, wiping under her right eye. She sighed, then removed her hand from around my wrist, resting it on my cheek.
"Because you treat me like a princess, and make me happy. You treat me so great, I don't deserve that." She closed her eyes as I wiped under her other eye.
"You're so cute, Angel." I chuckled as I threw the makeup wipe away. She laughed and opened her eyes again.
"So are you, Gray." She smiled, sitting up.
"Would you maybe want to go grab dinner? Afterwards we can get desert." I offered. She nodded, "sure. Let me just change into someone more suitable for gaining a hundred pounds."
"Can I have my phone back- woah why are you changing in front of him?" The door opened again.
"Because I trust him. Get out." She handed him his phone after pulling her hoodie over her head. He shrugged his shoulders walking out.
"Are you guys close?" I ask, she looks up and at me, shaking her head.
"No, never have been." She shrugs, grabbing her phone and keys.
"I'll drop you off at your house after we eat." She opened the door, I nodded and followed her out.
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Short chapter, I know. I'm sorry!! But shit is gonna go down so im just prepping you guys
