Fall

Stage 2

Stage 2: Get The Facts

Grace POV-

I stared down at my notebook, this college work was difficult and demanding. How was I expected to get all ten paragraphs written before Father was expecting me? I slipped my glasses farther up my nose, I didn't need them I actually had perfect vision. But in order to be less noticeable by anyone I had to do whatever it took. 

Being nerdy was the best way to stay invisible and it lessened the chances of him ever finding me again. Considering I was the opposite of that before. My phone started ringing, breaking through my "concentration".

"Grace?" It was Father. "We need you here for more questioning." I froze before hanging up and quickly gathering my things. I didn't need a longer conversation to know exactly where to go. I threw my bag over my shoulder and pulled my beanie down farther as I started racing towards my car. I guess I just wasn't meant to write that essay, I would just tell Father and he would understand and get the tutor to slip in another A. 

That was an occurrence that happened far too often, I would get pulled away from my schoolwork for business and then my grades would begin to drop. Since Father wanted me to have a chance at a normal life, he hired someone to make up that work when I couldn't. Of course, I doubt that's the way to make it through life on my own, but whatever works I suppose.

Once I got to the office, I walked straight to where I knew everyone was already waiting for me. I ignored the questioning looks of the newbies and the pity filled glares of the ones who had been around when it happened.

I swear there would not be a day where I could live normally, the fear was far too demanding for that to happen.

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Harry POV-

Was that her? What would she be doing in that office? I was only there to talk to my parole officer who decided to be an ass and call me during my free time for an "important talk". But her? The entire building was for people with parole officers and those who were in need of any special protection. 

She certainly wasn't the type to need either of those things, hell she wasn't the type to even know that either of those things existed. Perhaps she had a sibling that got caught out of the rules of their parole and she was needed to pick them up. Yeah, that made more sense.

"Mr. Styles." God dammit Tommy.

"What!" I snapped. He was annoying the hell out of me.

"Don't talk to me like that." Oh right, I was supposed to respect him because he was the one that set the rules.

"Whatever? Why am I even here? I haven't broken parole yet and our next meeting was set up for next week." I huffed, running a hand through my curls, messing them up a bit.

"I feel as though there should not be a 'yet' in that statement there, Styles, just keep in mind of the power I hold over you."

I pulled my pierced bottom lip in between my teeth and stared down at my tattooed knuckles. I just wanted to get out and continue looking up this Grace girl. She must have a record that says something about a troublesome sibling, just finding that would explain so much. I just had to get the facts so I would know how to use them against her eventually.

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After the very boring and unimportant chat with Tommy, I set out towards the library. Weird place, yes, but quiet enough to finish my plans. I would take my time with this rejection, make her really feel the pain. She deserved it, especially with that perfect rich life of hers.

I always saw her on the phone, probably talking to some of her preppy rich friends. She always took the same routes to class, hell one time I even saw her with a book that had this weird minute by minute schedule in it when she was made to sit next to me. 

I mean who even does that, life is not meant to be lived like that. She was the type to have things planned out her way, anyone could tell that just by looking at her.

She needed to feel pain for once, she needed to feel what it felt like to have things go the opposite of how she planned it.

She needed to feel what I felt.