(A/N) Sorry for the delay! I'm terrible when it comes to updating! I've just been super busy this summer :/
With cautious steps, I entered my home praying to God that I wouldn't be confronted by my mother. Fortunatley the world was not against me and there was no sign of her. The house was completely silent, too silent.
Fear seemed to have replaced my blood because at the moment it seemed to be the only thing pumping through my veins.
"Eliza,"
I screeched, stumbling backwards as I clutched my chest. I snapped my head to the side, swallowing down my distress and eyeing my father.
"Father, you scared me." I panted, my heart continuing to pound rapidly.
He smiled slightly as he walked towards me. I noticed how fatigued he looked; tousled hair, bags under his eyes, disheveled clothes.
I could feel the guilt eating at me as I realized that it was my fault. If I could just be the perfect daughter he wouldn't be such a mess right now.
"Sorry dear." he apologized, sliding his hands into his pant pockets.
I smiled, glancing around the room expecting my mother to step in.
"She's gone out to your grandparents house. I couldn't keep her calm so she just left." he explained as he watched me.
"What do you mean you couldn't keep her calm?" I asked with sweaty palms.
He sighed before rubbing the side of his head tiredly.
"Anything I said seemed to infuriate her even more."
I stared at him for a moment, a small bundle of hope growing in my stomach.
"Why would your words infuriate her?" I asked slowly.
The left side of his mouth lifted upwards, "I told her to let you be. To let you make your own choice for once."
I inhaled sharply, a wide grin spreading across my face as I ran forward and threw my arms around him in happiness.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I chanted, my eyes stinging with happy tears. My chest swelled in joy, the idea of my father siding with me was absolutley mind boggling. I couldn't express how thankful I was nor could I express how much I appreciated his support.
He chuckled, slowly rubbing my back as I held him closer.
"It means a lot." I muttered quietly, inhaling his familar scent.
Knowing I had one of my parents on my side gave me a little more confidence. I didn't feel so alone and weak anymore. I knew that in the next few days, possibly weeks, I'd be dealing with a lot of drama from not only the Payne's but also from all of the gossiping women in this community.
"I know dear." he whispered, tightening his grip on me.
I sighed, my body going slack in his arms.
"Come with me," he said as he pulled away and grabbed my hand.
I silently followed him as he lead us into his study, the room bringing back memories to the first time I met Zayn.
"I'd just like to know why." he said the moment he was settled in his desk chair. I sat in front of his desk, feeling strange since I never normallly sat in his office, ever.
I looked at my hands. I obviously couldn't tell him about Zayn, so I'd have to leave that bit out.
"I didn't think we worked together well. Plus, I'm not ready for such a serious commitment." I explained quietly, finding interest in my nails.
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Revulsion [zm au]
Fanfiction❖1950's❖ It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that I shouldn't have felt the way I did towards him, but I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how inappropriate and corrupt our relationship was, I could not let go. He had my heart and soul, everything...