Chasing Grace - Chapter 9


The air shifted.
My stomach dropped.
His eyes turned to concrete.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled standing up to leave the dome. Just as I was about to pull back the curtain, he quickly reached for my hand.


"No," I pulled away, "I'm sorry. I just can't," I pushed away the curtain and made a straight shot for the door. Heather was quickly on my heals after noticing my abrupt exit.

"Grace. Sweetie, talk to me," she could feel my change in attitude. Shaking my head, I couldn't open my mouth to please her curious mind. After pushing past the annoying press, dying for any piece of information about Nathan's exclusive party, we were walking down a narrow, steep ally.

"Grace, will you please just tell me what happened? Any details at all?" She begged from behind.

"He claims he can't lose me!" I exclaim, whipping around to face her. I keep walking with a slight stumble.

"Wow, that's... different," she follows my lead.

"He claims, he loses all the girls who seem right to him. But, he wants to give me a shot." I huff at his statement.

"Explain why this is bad?" She requests specification.

"Heather, I am not an item. I am not a quarter that he lost under the couch or a sock he lost in the dryer. I'm not something at his disposal!" I glance around at my surroundings, realizing I might have made the wrong turn, but I keep marching on out of fury.

"Or you could see it as he is relying on you, trusting you," she looks at the bright side.

"Heather! I have never had someone rely on me. I'm not good at people relying on me. I can't have people rely on me."

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm afraid of disappointing them," it came out of my mouth too quickly for me to catch it. I didn't even think about it before I said it.

"Well, I rely on you and you haven't disappointed me," she claims in a hushed tone, making our conversation change. I didn't respond and leaned against a stone wall, to brace the blow of emotions I had endured. "What else did he say?"

"He had the nerve to tell me I was 'special,'" I breathe a laugh.

"Why do you say it like that?" She asks as if she were a therapist. Turning around to meet her gaze, tears pushed at the corners of my eyes.

"I haven't heard that word said to me in a long time, Heather... a very long time."

Silence swept over us and she approached me with open arms. She walked me back to the hotel where she helped me into my pajamas and tucked me in, telling me to sleep.

"Are you ready to leave Greece?" She asked. Nodding, she replied, "I have the perfect place for us to go."

"What do you have in mind?" I mumble from under the sheets where I peaked out of the top.

"Paris," she beamed.

"Isn't that the last place we would want to go?"

"Exactly, we will find you a hot French man. Plus, there are a lot of other things to do there. I promise we will have fun," she holds out her pinky.

"Dad did write about it being home to some of his favorite food," I skeptically look at her pinky before taking it with mine.

"Now get some rest before we leave tomorrow. I'll book the tickets." She hugged me one last time before I heard her clicking away at her computer and the night took over my eyes, letting them droop shut.


Sorry for the delay. Next one will be much longer. Pinky promise! Comment kids!
Published: 10/14/2013
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