𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 9

Grace's POV.

''Grace, we're going to be late'' Damian shouts and I grab my purse before exiting my room. I'm not in the mood for a party, like I just want to disappear and never come back into this world. It's not a place where girls should live, it's cruel and mean.

Damian is waiting for me at the end of the staircase, his eyes light up as soon as they cast on me, showing his crinkles. His perfect suit, embrace his tall body so well, making his mussels be noticeable from the white shirt underneath the black jacket.

I'm wearing a white cocktail dress that took me a good twenty minutes to pull on because it's a bit tight. It's really simple and touches my mid thighs, nothing fancy, I guess it's because this is not an important occasion. It's just a party that Scott decided to throw last minute. Damian offered to pick my dress and I let him, because I have no intention into putting any effort for this. I don't even like Damian's family, to be honest. But next time I better pick the clothes myself, I kind of look like a little girl with this dress, maybe because I barely have make up on. I grab my jacket and we get in the car.

''We just need to stay for an hour or so, then we can leave inventing an excuse. I did it a lot of times'' his anarchic side pops out and I roll my eyes at him.

''If it was for me...'' I start but Damian cuts me off. He grabs my hands and places a sweet kiss at the top of them.

''I know. And I'm so sorry for forcing you into this baby girl. But I really need to, you don't want to leave your old man alone with all those boring business men?'' I suspect it's not this the reason behind my presence to this stupid event. I think it has something to do with Scott and is authorial manners. I think he gave Damian no choice, because I have no doubt that if he could, he would have left me alone.

So I do something I don't usually do, not with Damian at least. I shift closer to him and lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. he engulfs me with his strong arms and for a moment, I let this feeling of protection taking over me, washing away all the insecurities, all the bad memories. For a second here in this car, I'm just Grace, just a little girl who's receiving comfort from her dad. There are no problems, no secrets, no other things besides the two of us.

''I'm sorry,'' he mutters to my hair and I fist his shirt. I know he's not talking about the party and it hurts even more. Because I don't want people to feel sorry for me, I just want someone that can give me solutions to this problem. A way to take me and Harry out of this shitty plot twist destiny has prepared for us. For me.

''the only positive thing here, is that George is spending my days of misery sited on a jail bed taking pills'' and even this, can't make me truly happy. Because no matter how bad he behaved or how hard he strokes me, in my own sick way, I love him just like he loves me. I have no hesitation saying he would have died for me, that I know for sure, he was confused about love and went crazy the second my mom abandons him.