Drake hasn't picked me up in his car for a while and it's worrying me, but I know why he isn't. The door bell rings and I go to answer it, today's a Saturday so I was home anyway. I open the door and standing there is my Mom's father, Grandfather Bill. I accidentally let out a gasp.

"Uh..." the tall brown eyed man with a gray beard said, "Is this the Favaer household?"

"Uh. Yeah." I said.

"Is Marissa here?" the ex-convict asked. I looked behind me.

"Mom, some old guy wants to talk to you." I shout. Mom walks over hurriedly.

"Who is it, dear?" Mom asked before she looked out the door.

"Marissa." the abuser said in a loving tone.

"I don't want to talk to you." Mom said bluntly, "Leave us alone."

"But-" the man started.

"I don't want you anywhere near me or my children." Mom said, "Go away and never come back."

"But Marissa-" he started again.

"Don't you dare tell me that you've changed." Mom said, "I know you can't. Now, leave the property or I'll call the cops." The old man looked so shocked as he walked away, but he then started to storm off.

I called Drake after that and we went out for ice cream after that.

"So, did anything happen with that old guy you said was a bad man?" Drake asked as we got our ice cream. His was vanilla and mine was chocolate covered cherry.

"Yeah." I said.

"Oh..." Drake said, "Can I ask what?"

"He came to our house and asked for Mom." I said.

"Oh..." Drake said, "Did you hear their conversation?"

"I'm not going to tell you what was said, okay?" I said.

"Can I ask why he's a bad guy?" Drake asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said.

"Oh, okay." Drake said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay..." I said. Drake ate some of his ice cream.

"Hey, this ice cream is pretty good." Drake said. I ate some too and nodded, it was very good. Soon enough, the two of us finished eating our ice cream and Drake drove me home. I fell asleep as soon as I flopped on my bed.