CHAPTER Fourteen
Gracie
Ryland and I had been sitting at the diner for two hours. We had finished our meals over an hour ago, but neither of us seemed to be in a rush to leave, so we ordered milkshakes and dessert.
“Do you want to go home” he asked.
“No, not really,” I sighed.
I wanted to stay away from home for as long as I could. I was safer that way, especially with how drunk I know my dad will be.
“Do you want to stay here tonight We can book into the motel!” he asked.
I was not sure if I wanted to spend another night with him, but then again, last night was not bad at all.
“Yeah,” I said softly, looking down trying not to blush.
“OK, we can go by and hopefully they will have a room for us,” he smiled.
“Sounds good,” I smiled back.
My dad wouldn’t even care if I never came home, but tomorrow I know he will get mad because the house is still a mess; I will deal with that when I have to.
“Well, let’s get finished up, pay and we can head over,” he said.