Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 27

    He had a deep frown settling across his lips as if he just eaten something too bitter to swallow.  His posture was stiff and his suit clad arms were crossed. He leans his back against one of the kitchen counters opposite of the island. 

    I try hard to muster up a 'what' but I end up remaining silent. For another minute I continue to stand there. There were water droplets falling off from the bottle and made my hands freeze like hell but I still wait for him to say something. 

    He picks up the glass filled with scotch and takes a long sip from it before settling it down again. In the next few moments he begins to chuckle darkly to himself. 

    I begin to wonder what the purpose of this is. Did he even have anything to tell me?

"You'd never believe who I saw at the firm today." His voice was coated in anger. 

    My mouth remains shut. 

"Travis fucking Walters." My eyes widen a bit. I haven't heard a word from him about Uncle Travis in years.

"Uncle Travis?" I ask in a hushed tone.

    His eyes shoot daggers at me and my bottom lip twitches knowing I made a mistake saying that. He pours half a glass more of scotch into the cup before continuing to angrily mumble.

"The bitch comes to me asking for someone to represent him. Said he's been accused of theft." He downs the cup and wipes the side of his mouth with the end of his sleeves. "I told him to fuck off and go-"

"But that's mom's-"

"You think I give a fuck about her Grace?" He cuts me off. "After all she's done you think I care if she or anyone she knows goes to-"

"It-It has nothing to do with her though." I stammer.

"Shut up!" He yells slamming down the cup in the process. "That's her brother, it has everything to do with her! There are a bunch of other fucking people he could go to but he comes to me! She's up to something and if you don't believe it then go ahead and keep on defending that bitch!" 

    I shifted uncomfortably.

"I keep a fucking roof over your head you ungrateful slut. I work hard and pay for everything in your goddamn life but your mother is still more important to you, isn't she?" He snarls. 

"I, I n-never said-" The  fear rising within myself renders my voice useless. I stop halfway because I can't get the rest of my sentence out. 

"You think she even cares about you? If she cared at all about you she would've stayed."

    He runs his hands through his hair aggressively  and mutters angrily under his breath. His head hangs down towards the floor and I slowly stumble back trying to make it back to my room without anymore conflict. 

    Luckily I manage to reach my room a few minutes later without having a glass of scotch thrown at my head. I lock my room door for extra measure and plop back down on my bed, dropping the water bottle on my nightstand on the way. My knees drift up to my chest and I lean to the side only to fall into a fetal position.  

    What did this mean? If Uncle Travis was here surely she would have to pop up sooner or later. What would it be like to see her again? 

     I mean, I haven't seen her in years. 

    I don't even know if my dad and her had a proper divorce. I guess I would just have to wait and see if she actually showed up. Maybe I shouldn't overthink this. I shouldn't at all. My dad had moments like this all the time. I should just be used to it. 

    I situate myself once again to take a nap but I cant bring myself to fall asleep. I don't feel safe sleeping knowing he's still awake and downstairs getting drunk. He seemed far from being done talking about the situation. I probably only heard just the beginning of it. 

    So I sit there, wrapped up in my blankets too tired to get up and grab my laptop but too worried to close my eyes and get some rest. 

    A few minutes later my phone starts ringing and I run my hands over my sheets trying to find it on my bed. Alyssa's name is spread across the screen in bright white letters and I quickly slide the answer button. 

"Hello?" I mumble softly into the phone. 

"Hey Grace! How are you doing? I haven't heard from you since Saturday, anything wrong?" She asks. 

     Oh shoot. If I felt terrible before now I really feel terrible. I can't believe I didn't call her back.

"You still there?" Alyssa questions after a few seconds pass by.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry Alyssa.. I opened your voicemails but I just completely forgot to call back!" I begin to apologize repeatedly until I hear Alyssa laughing.

"Grace it's ok, calm down! I just wanted to make sure you're okay." She giggles. 

"Well, thanks-"

"But," She stretches out "If you're really sorry then you'll hang out with me tomorrow... Please!"

    I could feel a weak smile starting to form on my lips. 

"Uh, yeah, sure. From what time though because-"

"Oh don't worry. I'll be there when you get out. My school ends earlier than yours." She reassures me. 

"O-Oh. Well then yes, of course I'll hang out with you." I answer.

"Great, Then you can finally catch me up on all the stuff happening between you and Logan." Alyssa says swiftly.

"W-Wait- What?" I ask.  I can hear my heartbeat increasing by the second.

"Save it Grace, You can tell me tomorrow." She laughs before hanging up quickly. 

    My phone slides out of my hand and falls onto my mattress. What did I just get myself into? 

Sorry this chapter took me 3983594 years to get out! Even more sorry that it's kinda just a filler   :( Anyways, thanks for all the constant support and for helping this book get to #42 in Romance! It means so much to me so thank you! 

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