Having run into him at the Alibi, Fiona had known for a few days now that Frank had found his way to Alexandria. But she’d made no mention of it to anyone yet, not even her siblings, desperate to avoid the drama. The kids had finally settled in, she was settling in, falling headfirst into a relationship she’d never seen coming. She didn’t want the dream to shatter. She didn’t want her soul-sucking father driving them all apart.
With all the kids now in bed, Fiona was spending quality time with Jackson on their couch, straddling him between her legs, perched on his lap, lips interlocked. They’d become insatiable for each other, every spare moment she found throughout the chaos of her days spent with him. Even when she wasn’t free, he was around, getting to know her family. If she’d given herself any more time to slow down and think about it again, she’d have been terrified. But nothing was getting in her way. Nothing, perhaps, except her father.
The pair were only just warming up when there was a sharp knock at the door. Fiona elected to ignore it, muttering for them to fuck off; but Jackson seemed particularly curious by whoever was there. With a groan, she finally climbed off him, patted down her hair and answered the door. On the top step was the chief of police, and sprawled out on the bottom step was her drunken excuse of a dad. “— You’ve gotta be fucking kiddin’ me.” She spoke before Jim had the chance to, earning her some raised eyebrows in response. Waving off the explanation that followed, having heard it all a million times before, she thanked the officer, allowing him to leave. Now scowling at the figure at the bottom of the stairs, Fiona shook her head, completely forgetting she had company. “Nope. No fuckin’ way.”
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