Another Alternative

Unfinished Business

After a night on the town with Grace, Mamrie, Tyler and Troye, I woke up in my bed. Grace was there and there was a moment of instant panic followed by the realization that everything was fine. I was with the girl I loved and everything was going to be fine. I took a moment to appreciate that, noticing the way Grace's hair fell over her face and onto my chest. Her legs were intertwined with mine and her body was so close to me I could barely tell where she ended and I began. It was a sort if serenity I hadn't experienced in a long time. That is, until I looked at the doorway and saw the last person I'd expected to see.

"Hannah." My father stared at me and Grace with the harshest look of disgust in his eyes. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he was dressed as casually as one could be in public.

"Dad!" I shot up, waking Grace. She awoke with the same panic as I had only hers stuck. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Um, baby?" Grace said softly, hiding behind me a bit. "Who's that and why is he in your bedroom?"

"Grace," I spoke to her but didn't take my eyes off him. "Meet my father. Dad, this is Grace."

"And who is Grace to you?" He could see by the situation what we were but asked anyway. My father was a lawyer, so he knew not to ask a question unless he knew the answer.

"Her girlfriend." Grace spoke up. She grabbed my hand under the blanket where he couldn't see. She was frightened by him, but she knew better than to show it. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not sure." He walked aimlessly around my room and picked up the journal I had kept since I was 13. "I came to make amends for the last time Hannah and I spoke, but I see she still doesn't care what I think of the way she's living her life."

"You're right." I stood up and grabbed to journal out of his hands. "I don't care. Now get out of my house before I call the police."

"On your own father?" He spoke with a sort of faux-shock. Even Grace didn't believe it.

"Well you seemed to have no problem calling them on me." I began walking back over to Grace, noticing the way her body lay on the bed, legs crossed and hands keeping the sheet over her half-naked body. She looked so beautiful in that moment. I couldn't treasure it for long because she looked so shocked by the fresh news.

"Well, Hannah that's just hurtful." Placing a hand over his heart in faux-heartache, he looked at me with pure loathing. I could tell Grace didn't see it, however obvious it was. Her brow furrowed as she looped her arm through mine. Inching closer to me, she rested her chin on my shoulder as if afraid.

"Hannah," She whispered in my ear, facing behind me so my father couldn't hear. "I'm starting to get really scared I think we should actually call the cops. How did he even get in here?" She cowered behind me, only slightly looking at him over my shoulder. I never took my eyes off him as I placed a small kiss in the top if her head and wrapped my arms around her.

"Good question." He smirked and sat at my desk. I felt Grace's breathing speed up to an unhealthy pace and I muttered reassuring words to her. "I had a key made as soon as you moved in. I've been keeping an eye on you, Hannah. I know all about his little relationship."

"You don't know the first thing about this 'little relationship'." I nearly yelled, shooting him a look as if to say "You're dead to me." His eyes widened and he took a step back. He clearly was not expecting me to retort how I did. "Get the fuck out if my house, you bastard."

"I-Alright." He stammered out as struggled to manage even that. I heard my front door creak shut and turned to Grace, who was shaking and sobbing.