Equal Ice

I’m a performer, but I don’t act on a regular stage.
I dress up in costumes, but I don’t play a character.
My stage isn’t one in a theater; it’s clean slick ice at a rink.
I don’t play a character, I’m just myself.
Sometimes on the ice though, I feel like I’m someone else. Someone who is graceful and beautiful, it’s still me though, just a different side of me. A side that I like much more than my everyday self.
Ice skating is much more work than people may think though, and some people don’t consider it a sport. It’s not as extreme as hockey for example.
I may not look very tough, but I can accelerate faster than the guys on the racetrack.
I take harder impacts than a rider being thrown from a bull.
And I handle more G-Force than a fighter pilot.
So why just be extreme, when you can be extremely graceful.


110. Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Gabrielle’s POV

“Gabi?” I heard a voice say, and I looked up and saw that it was my dad looking down at me from where I was sitting on the porch.

I had jumped a bit when I heard him say my name, I was pretty sure that I was almost asleep so that would be why I didn’t hear his car pulling up. I hadn’t realized that I was falling asleep though until I was suddenly wide awake. I now had no idea what was going to happen now, well after my dad would question why I was out here because it was obvious that he would considering that I am sitting outside my house on the porch in the freezing cold.

I was expecting him to probably only care for a minute until I am back inside and not out in this cold weather, and then just change straight to yelling at me. He surprised me a bit by leaning down and helping me stand back up on my feet.

I hadn’t realized how cold I really was until I wasn’t curled up in the corner of the porch anymore. I felt like I had lost some feeling in my legs, but that was most likely just an affect from sitting on top of them since I soon felt blood begin to rush make to them, making them feel normal again.

“Why are you out here?” my dad asked me as he was quick to begin to unlocked the front door to get me inside quickly where it was obviously warmer.

“I don’t have my key,” I told him, my voice coming out raspy since it’d been a few hours since I’d really talked.

I’ve mainly just been focused on not dying out here before my dad got home, luckily I accomplished that because for a while a really didn’t think I would I was so cold.

“Then why did you wait out here? I’m pretty positive that Harry drove you home so why aren’t you with him?” he asked me, and that took me a bit by surprise that he said that.

“I thought you would be happy that I wasn’t with him,” I told him instead of answering the question that he asked me because I knew that he would think even less of Harry if I told him why I was out here, but then again I really wasn’t sure what else to say but I would just take it as it comes.

“Well it would be better than you out here by yourself in this weather Gabrielle, it is freezing out here,” he said as he quickly pushed me inside and instantly turned the heat up as soon as he closed the front door.

I didn’t say anything now, I wasn’t exactly sure what to say to him now, I was just so happy that I was finally inside after waiting I don’t even know how long.

“Now I would really like en explanation as to why you were out here, and don’t try and change the subject,” he told me, and I figured that he caught that a few minutes ago when I avoided answering the question.

“Harry dropped me off and left before he saw if I got in the house or not,” I told him.

“Did he usually wait to make sure you got inside okay?” he asked me as he began to walk to the living room and I followed him.

“Yeah,” I told him as we walked into the living room.

I remembered a talk that my dad had with me when I was thirteen, and then again in a bit more detail when I was sixteen. I remembered some of the qualities that he told me needed to be in any guy that I went out with, and when I was sixteen he told me that when a guy dropped me off he needed to wait and make sure that I got in okay because that showed that he cared.

My dad just sighed and sat down on the couch and I could tell that he was thinking of what to say. I knew he probably liked that Harry had that quality of waiting but I knew that he hated that today he decided to forget that quality and left the day I really needed him not to.

“So you didn’t call him or anything, or call me, you just waited outside?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I said since it was pretty obvious that that was what I did but I guess he didn’t know if I had called Harry or not.

“I guess I can’t really blame you for not calling him to come get you since he obviously was in a hurry to leave,” he said with a slightly subtle tone, just emphasizing a few words, his voice soon calmed though as he continued to talk,

“I just wish you would’ve called me to let me know that you were locked out and stuck on the porch in this weather,” he added on.

“I just didn’t want to make you leave work, I felt like you’d be made if I caused you an interruption at your job,” I told him honestly.

“That’s what you thought?” he asked like it was a shock to him, I didn’t know why it would be though since he’s always working as late as he can, not even taking his lunch break off.

“Well yeah,” I shrugged, “You never bother to show up to my skating practice anymore, not even for a few minutes during your lunch break,”

When I saw my dad’s face fall a bit, I realized that we had never really talked about this before. I guess he just assumed that I was okay with him not coming to practice and I assumed that he didn’t want to.

“I wasn’t aware that you still wanted me to come to your practices,” he said to me.

“Did I ever tell you otherwise?” I said with a bit more of a harsh tone than I wanted, but what he said bothered me.

“Well no, I just assumed…” he trailed off.

“Well you assumed wrong, I thought that you just didn’t want to bother with having to take time out of your work schedule to come critique me on my skating routine,” I fired back.

“You need to tell me these things Gabrielle. Lately you haven’t been telling me anything and that is how we end up in these situations,” he said and came over to sit next to me,

“You used to tell me everything, I always counted on you to let me know what was going on in your life,” he said.

“Well what’s going on in my life is that I’m being picked up and dropped off everyday by someone else’s parent who actually makes time on certain days to drop by and check on Bella’s routine for a bit before she has to go back to work. Then when I get home I’m by myself for hours until you finally decide to get home,” I snapped at him and stood up off the couch away from him and sat down on the recliner.

“He’s doing this to you,” my dad said.

“What?” I asked confused as to what he was talking about.

“You used to be completely open with me but now that you’ve been dating that hockey player and keeping it from me, it’s become a habit and now you’re just keeping everything from me,” he said to me. 

“That’s not what’s happening,” I defended.

“No, no, just go up to your room we’ll talk about this tomorrow,” he said.

“Why? You don’t have anything to defend your accusation of what’s going on? How about you take into consideration what you’re doing wrong instead of just blaming everyone else for any problem you have,” I fired at him, and with that I went up to my room by choice, not because he wanted me to.

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