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Harry's POV.
''Mr. Williams? There's a person who came to see you'' I hear a chair being moved and footsteps.
''To see me? Is it Grace? Is it my baby, Grace? Is she, the one who came?'' there's a pauses then George speaks again '' How do I look? Do you think she will get scared of me? I need to wash my face. I need to clean myself... don't...don't let her in please...'' you know what people say: you always get what you deserve in the end, no matter what.
Well, even if it's true, even if I should be happy for what George became. After all the things he have done to my lovely girl, after all the marks and scars he left, I'm not happy to see him so devastated and desperate.
Maybe because it's not for me that I fear, but for a girl that owns my heart. I know how this will effect Grace. I know this very well. A reason to not let her any closer here. Her heart will just do not resist under this blow. This man, no matter how shitty of a father he was, it was there, he has been her family for so long, and she cares about him. She will cry I'm sure of it. and feel guilty since he's here because of her, but she does not understand this may help him out of his madness. The relationship they were having before he was locked up here, was insane and fucked up. it's better off this way. she's better off without him.
''Mr. Williams, I'm afraid is not your daughter the one who came to visit. Now sit as I let him in'' George's tone changes, it switches from sweet and scared to suspicious and malicious.
''Who is it then? if it's Damien, don't send him in. please. He.... he took everything I had. Please'' his voices cracks and I take this chance to come in.
''It's just me'' I inform and His dark eyes just flash at me, it's like he doesn't know who I am. His expression is so blank. He's wearing a white pyjama, his hair is clean but his figure looks so fragile. There is no trace of the man he was once. He looks so weak.
When he understands who is the person that stays right in front of him, he takes a sited position in one of the two chairs and widens his eyes at me, as he can't believe I'm right in this room. I can't too.
''I'll leave you'' the nurse says and I smile before she exists. I take a look around, it's all pretty clean, everything is in order. There are tiny little curtains on the small window, a bed. On the nightstand near the bed, there is a picture, a little girl in, long almost blond hair, piercing blue eyes. I can't see anything else, because I do not care about anything else. She has her hands into her hair, smiling at the camera. Her cheeks are red, her figure so innocent. I guess she was around fourteen when they took this photograph, but still she was breath-taking. No wonder boys fell at her feet even this young.
''She is beautiful, isn't she? My baby girl'' George proudly says as I walk towards the picture. I take the frame in my hands and pass a finger on the glass. She's not alone, behind her there is Paul, a very young Paul and at her right side, George is smiling back at them as Paul looks down at Grace.
