hacker [e.d]

1.3

I stared into the numbness of his eyes, darting between them as I stood behind Grayson, both of us not knowing what to do.

"Hey Lil" he smiled, fumbling forward.

"Are you drunk" I seethed, stepping forward.

"What do you think" he chuckled sarcastically.

"You really do know how to ruin anything" I scoffed, arms crossed as I stood my ground.

"I'm taking you home-" Grayson started.

"No" I stopped him, the back of my hand hitting his chest, "I'll do it"

As I walked forward towards the sinister smirk, Grayson grabbed my upper arm.

"Are you sure" he whispered, "you know how he is when he's drunk..."

"I don't care" I shook my head, "I just want him out"

With that, I yanked my arm away, pulling Ethan along as he laughed, earning stares from most of the adults we passed by.

"I can walk, babe" he said, unhinging my grip.

"And what the hell do you think your doing here" a booming voice called from behind me, causing me to flinch as I turned around. His face was fuming, beat red as he looked at Ethan.

"Dad, I'm getting him to leave-" I explained.

"You think you can walk back here after everything you have done?!" he screamed, the music cut out, everyone was looking now.

Ethan's face was blank, unimpressed with my father.

"Are you done?" he answered unbothered.

"I want you out" he seethed, pointing towards the door, "and don't you fucking dare think about coming back here"

"I was planning on it" he shrugged, hitting his shoulder as he passed.

With a swift movement he grabbed his wrist, turning Ethan around harshly.

"You think you can walk into my house and disrespect me?!" he boomed.

I watched Ethan's face become run of color, no longer having the drive to defend him.

"You think after hurting my daughter you can show up here drunk because you fucked up enough to have your ass humiliated?!"

"Well what I want you to fucking know" he seethed, his face in Ethan's trembling one, "is you deserve what you got, now get the fuck out of my house"

It was silent as he let go finally, Ethan massaging his wrist.

He stalked past me, barely hitting my shoulder as he passed. I looked up from the floor to everyone looking at me. They weren't looking at Ethan, but me.

I couldn't look at my dad, the silence form the crowd growing on me. I sighed, looking to the ground as I turned, following behind Ethan who was sitting in the passenger's seat of his car already.