-𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄-𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀-

Sitting across from me was my father and mother. I had just told them about my situation with Chris. I hadn't told them in the past years and my father was absolutely furious about the fact that he had treated me like that for years and he had never noticed. My mother looked irritated. She hadn't said a word yet.

"Don't worry princess. We're gonna make sure you'll never see that man ever again."

"Well I don't agree on that Frank."

"Odette he's hurting our daughter!"

"He's good for our family reputation. Who knows what kind of skunk she'll bring home otherwise! Some drug addict or something?!"

"Odette! You know better than our daughter picking up a skunk for a boyfriend. She has as much class as us. Have you never heard her speak? Hear her at work burning people to the ground in court with one simple fact?"

"Frank he's good for the business and reputation. We need him in our family line. In fact I have been talking with him for when he will propose. It's been almost 6 years since they started dating. It's about time they get married and start getting children. She needs to stop that job and-"

"Odette... dear. You know I love you dearly but in this specific moment I would divorce you."

"Dad!"

"See Adelaide-Isadora! This is all your fault! If you could behave and do as expected we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"That's it! Odette we're getting a divorce! That's the final drupelet! We've been fighting for years but accusing our daughter for your behavior is not okay! We're getting a divorce!"

From there on everything exploded. They both started screaming. My mother started screaming at me and my father and my father just screamed at my mother. I started to panic. My breath becoming short and unsteady. I looked around and the walls kept closing in on me. I got warm and I abruptly stood up. I knew this house on the back of my hand and I navigated myself outside. I sat down outside on the ground thank god for the black pantalon I was wearing with my white button up and black blazer. It was cold outside and I focused on the soft clouds that came out of my mouth. My warm breath was forming those clouds. My warm breath was so hot in the cold they became soft clouds that disappeared within seconds. I started to calm down again and after a while I stood up. I walked back to the house only now noticing how cold it really was outside. I walked in again and went back to the room where we sat before. My parents both looked at me. My mother her eyes were filled with hatred while my father his eyes were filled with concern.

"Are you alright princess?"

"Yeah... just needed a break."

"That's okay."

"No it's not okay. She can't just run from her problems."

"Odette don't you have to polish the cutlery or something? I will handle this conversation with my daughter."

"Excuse me! She's my daughter as well! I have a right to be here!"

"Actually mother... I would like to have this conversation... just dad and me."

She huffed and stormed out of the room. My father and I staid silent as we looked at each other. He sighed and shook his head softly.

"I'm sorry Addie. You don't need this on your shoulders as well. You're dealing with enough as it is but it's necessary."

"It's okay dad. As long as you're happy."

"So... how are we gonna get rid of Chris?"

"I'm still not sure. I was hoping that you maybe could help."

He smiled softly at me and held my hands in his over the table.

"I'll do anything to help you and see you happy Addie... you know that right?"

"I know dad..."

"Come on. Let's go to the office."

We walked to his office together as he planted a kiss on my hair the way only a loving father can do. We sat down in the office and started planning how we could get Chris to break up. All options end in a one way road. There's an end but it's not a good one.

"Dad...?"

"Yes?"

"I have one last idea..."

I swallowed as he gave me the 'continue' look. I sighed and looked at him.

"We could hang up camera's in the house... leave the situation be for the weekend... get some footage of how he treats me. What he says, what he does and all. Then on the Sunday I try and break up with him. If he doesn't let me we have more footage to show the court because we have footage to show them. If he lets me go... which he will likely not but if then it wasn't needed."

"Are you willing to let yourself get hurt like that..."

"Yes. If it means it might be the last time."

"Okay... I'll call the security company and get them to install camera's before Thursday."

"Thank you dad."

I gave him a hug before he walked me out. I stepped into my car as George texted me.

George

Hey! Are you home?

Not yet...
Went to my parents. It was a hard one.

Want to talk about it?

Not yet. Some company
would be nice though? :))

Will be there in 30 alright?

No rush I'll be there in 30 as well!

Good to know!!
Seen

I went home and found George parking his car the moment I got out of mine. I waited for him before we went into the apartment complex. We walked up the stairs to my apartment and I unlocked the door.

"Hey can you start on dinner! I'm hungry."

The voice that came from my apartment straddled me. Chris. It was Tuesday evening and he was home. George laid his hand on my back as we stood in the hall out of sight for Chris. He softly whispered into my ear.

"It's okay. He can't hurt you now. Just pretend we're working on a case alright? I was actually meaning to ask you to help me on a case for the MERCEDES f1 team."

"Alright..."

We hung up our coats and walked further into the room.

"I'll start in an hour is that alright?"

"Oh we've got company huh?"

"Yeah. George has this case he needs to get started on with my help. I'm running out of hours at the office so I offered him to come by the house."

"That's nice of you. I can order food if you want. Would you like to have dinner with us George?"

"Oh no I don't want to intrude on your time together. I'll eat later at home."

"It's no problem mate."

"If it isn't too much trouble I would like that."

I felt my body relax a little bit knowing I wouldn't be alone with Chris the whole evening.

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