Fifty Three

Lily's POV:

I picked up the plates as grandma and grandpa went over in their rooms to sleep. Grandma had invited Ace over for dinner today. I had been kind of excited while on the other hand, Ace was making sort of excuses. He was darn nervous. But that hadn't stopped me from dragging him to this dinner.

I went over the dishwasher as I felt an arm snaking around my waist. I didn't jump or flinch this time. Because I knew who it was.

Things have changed since then. Almost a month had passed since Valtor's death, me getting kidnapped and Ace saving my life. I could never call him my father. Because he couldn't be. A part of me always said that he wasn't my father and this all was some sort of mistake. He had been so cruel.

I would usually black out or get serious headaches because of the drug he injected in me. The doctors tried their best to neutralize it, but it still left some side effects. Even if I tried to forget everything that had happened, I would always know that a part of me w