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.


91. Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Gabrielle’s POV

I was just about finished with the frozen meal I had prepared for myself as I waited for my dad to come home. I was just taking the last few bites of my meal when I heard the sound of a car being locked from outside, and a few moments later I heard keys being put into the lock and then just a few seconds later the door opened.

I supposed I was making all this way to dramatic in my head, but I couldn’t help it with how nervous I was. The whole time that I had been eating, I kept thinking of ways that this all would go when my dad got back. I had sort of expected him to be storming in here, already yelling at me before he even stepped in though the door, but he was silent as I only heard his footsteps walking across the house and towards the kitchen.

“Hey Gabi,” he said to me once he finally came into the kitchen.

“Hey…” I said back, a bit confused as to why he wasn’t furious with me right now.

“Are you okay?” he asked me as he went to the fridge to find something for him to eat for his dinner.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said hesitantly.

I wasn’t sure if he was just acting like he didn’t know just so he could spring it upon me at any moment, or if he really didn’t know anything about Harry and I and no one had told him anything yet.

“How was your day?” I asked him, trying to keep a conversation going for now.

He started telling me about what all he did at work today and some important thing that he got done. I really didn’t care about what all he was saying, I just wanted to know if he would take this time to say “oh by the way I got a call from Bella’s mom and she said you’re dating a hockey player” He just continued to go on about his day though as he made himself dinner. I guess no one decided to tell him today, either that or Bella’s mom decided she was going to tell him in person instead of calling. Calling him just seemed more reasonable though, and it’s getting late so I doubted that she’d bother to come over right now just to tell my dad what I had been keeping from him.

Now that I thought about it, maybe she would. I was leaning towards she wouldn’t, but today anything seems to be possible. Once he finished talking about his day at work, I could tell that he was excited to ask me everything about the rink today. However, I did not want to discuss anything about today, he apparently doesn’t know that. I still couldn’t tell how I felt about this, I could say that I’m about annoyed, but I don’t understand why I would be mad about my dad not finding out something that I was hiding from him.

I should just be happy with the fact that my dad is completely oblivious to the whole Harry thing and enjoy the time that I have with him when he is in a good mood. I didn’t think that I would be seeing the same happy and excited look he had on his face this morning when he got home too. So the two of us talked about the rink, and I told him about all the renovations that were done.

He was a bit upset, as had everyone else had been, about it mostly just being paint, but he was still happy about it. I didn’t get why some people didn’t seem to please with the renovation, I understood that some people wanted more done, but they did update a few things. They made the rink itself, the ice, a whole let better to skate on, and a few other things. I think most people were just expecting a ton of useless stuff that looked cool or something, not something that was reasonable for them to renovate and update.

My dad was pleased though when I told him the ice now just seemed so much better to skate on, I couldn’t describe it; it felt even newer and smoother than it did with just a Zamboni going over it. As I was talking with my dad, since he was in such a good mood today, it raised my mood just talking to him right now. Normally he’d so exhausted from work that he just goes into the living room to watch TV before going to bed.

It’s amazing how much just me going back to the rink today lifted his mood. So I enjoyed this time because I knew we might not have nights like this very often, or at all, once he finds out because I knew he would this week. I was at the point where I didn’t want him to find out because I wanted to continue to have nights like this, but I then sort of wanted him to find out so I wouldn’t be keeping and hiding anything from him, no more lying.

I was seriously considering telling him right now. Maybe he did already know though and he was just waiting to see if I would tell him myself or if he has to bring it on me that he knows. I figured now was as good a time as any to tell him if he really didn’t know right now.

I took this moment where our conversation had subsided to think of how I would tell him. I wasn’t sure if I would to straight up tell him, or if I would work my way into telling him and just ease him into it before I dropped the bomb on him.

I eventually decided that I was just going to wing it and let whatever happens happen because no matter what I did, there was no why this could possibly end well. Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, my dad unknowingly interrupted me.

“I’m going to head into the living room now since I’ve already missed the first few minutes of the news, might as well still watch the rest of it,” my dad said to me, and I just nodded.

This is the time that I usually started heading upstairs to go to bed, and my dad knowing that, he came over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head before saying good night to me and headed into the living room. I said as I got up from the place that I was sitting and went to put my plate in the sink since I still hadn’t gotten up to put it there, until now.

As I was walking upstairs to my room, I of course was having thoughts to call Harry right now and tell him about my dad not knowing, but I wasn’t sure what he was doing right now. It was getting kind of late so besides hanging out with his aunt and Ben, he could possibly be sleeping, and if I woke him up by calling him it would just make up for all the times that he has woken me up by calling me even later than it is now. I decided that I would just send him a text.

After I did that, I made it to my room and I just lay down on my bed. I was thinking about just playing around on my laptop for a while while I waited to see if Harry was going to text back, but then I remembered that I had left it downstairs when I had been working on homework.

My dad was in the living room right now where the laptop and school stuff were, but I really didn’t feel like getting up to go get it, or having another open opportunity to tell him about Harry and I. He ruined the first time I had considered telling him just a few minutes ago, so that one was on him. Well not really but I was going to say it was since it made me feel a bit better.

So I just stayed in my room and continued to just stare at my ceiling while I was laying down, and just a few minutes later, I felt myself slowly starting to fall asleep.

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