Chapter 36 Bud #2
"Freaking heck yes bud," I argue back.
"Don't call me bud."
"Okay bud."
He pinches my side and I thrash. Then he moves to stick his hand down the front of my pants.
"No sir," I roll away from him and the doorbell rings once more.
What if I go to open the door and a robber is standing there? Or a kidnapper and they kidnap me.
"Open the door," he tells me.
"No. What if I get kidnapped?"
"Someone fuckin' kidnaps you they won't even get down the street 'fore they're turning back around to put your annoying ass back," he mumbles in a reply and my mouth drops open.
"I hope I do get kidnapped now and I'll make sure to keep my mouth shut just so they won't bring me back," I exit the room.
"Put goddamn pants on," he calls out and I return to the room and pull on some pants.
I enter the living room and pull open the door.
A tall man stands on the other side of the door. He wears an expensive-looking suit and his hair is did up nicer than anyone else's hair I've ever seen in my life.
He's a spitting image of Grey.
Oh gosh.
"Is Grey here?" He looks down at me, his deep voice ringing in my ears.
"Uh..." I trail off. I'm not sure what Grey would want me to say.
Bear appears next to me suddenly and I feel a bit better about the situation.
The older man clears his throat.
"Who are you?" He narrows his eyes ever so slightly and I hold back from wincing.
I hear footsteps from behind me and I nearly let out a breath of relief. Grey shows up beside me, pants now covering his lower half.
"Son," the man nods and even though I thought originally he was Grey's dad, it still surprises me.
And I thought he said his dad was a deadbeat. This man looks the opposite.
I watch as Grey's jaw tenses.
"I'm just gonna," I trail off pointing down the hallway. I turn quickly and with Bear following, I return to our room.
Yikes.
I close the door behind me and place my ear up against the door.
I know it's terrible to eavesdrop but I can't help it.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hear Grey ask him.
"Your grandfather passed away yesterday," the man replies, "his plane went down."
"It's not like I ever knew him," Grey retorts.
"That shouldn't matter, it's family," his father disagrees.
"I don't want to get started with the 'family' bullshit," Grey's voice grows agitated.
"Fine. Who's the girl?" His father changes the subject.
"That's none of your business."
"I mean it kind of is. She opens the door and then looks up at me and stutters like a retard-"
"Don't fucking call her that," Grey turns even more agitated.
That's such a mean thing to say about me.
"Well that just told me she's not just a one night stand," the man chuckles.
There's a small moment of silence.
"Does..." he trails off, "does she live here?"
I can imagine him looking around the living room and seeing the flowers and decorations.
"Get out," Grey warns him.
"Fine, fine. I guess I'll have to tell the family that you're not coming to the funeral."
I hear the door shut and then silence. I move away from the door. I wait for a minute trying to decide what I should do.
I decide to go see him.
He sits on the couch, doing nothing.
"I'm sorry about your grandfather," I slap my hand over my mouth. I've just gone and basically admitted I was eavesdropping.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop-"
"Yes you did."
"Well, yeah, I did mean to but," I pause and try to think of an excuse.
"I'm not mad at you," he says quietly.
"I really am sorry about your grandfather," I repeat.
"It doesn't matter," he monotonously replies.
"So that was your dad," I mumble mostly to myself.
"Azalea, I don't wanna talk about him, just drop it," he sighs and now I'm the one growing agitated.
I've waited so long for him to tell me more about him and when I see the perfect opportunity, he shuts it down.
"Why are you crying?" His voice reaches my ears in a softer tone than normal. I reach up and wipe the tear under my eye.
"Because I'm frustrated," I furrow my eyebrows.
"I don't get why you're so hellbent on knowing everything about me. It doesn't fucking matter."
"That's what you think! I care so much because I love you and I want you to be happy," I try to explain.
"What makes you think I'm not happy? I'm with you, I'm happy Lilah," his voice remains soft.
"Because when I kept all my thoughts in my head and never told anyone about anything, I was so unhappy and I don't want you to feel like I did," I angrily wipe under my eyes.
"I'm sorry I keep bugging you about talking to me but I want to be as much of a crutch to you as you are to me and I feel like I'm not," I continue.
"Don't think that bullshit," he exclaims sternly.
"That's enough," he stands closer and wipes the stupid tears from under my eyes.
"You're everything to me," he says and I get happy emotional.
"You've done more for me than you can imagine."
"But-"
"Shut up," he hushes me.
"What do you want to know?" He pulls me down to the couch and I grow excited.
I can finally know all the juicy deets.
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I know it's been a while y'all. I just needed a small break but as of yesterday (or the day before I can't remember because I don't even know what day it is), I'm back bitches. I hope y'all had a Merry Christmas!
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-Ash