The silence echoed off of the walls, deafening her, tears falling staining her soft skin. Downcast she kept her eyes, ashamed of herself and the person she retreated in becoming. Her father sighed from next to her breaking the silence.
"What is his name?" He asks absent of emotion, hiding the disappointment she knew was there.
"Micah, Micah Peterson." She whispered it, as if a sin was passing through her lips.
"He's that house guest of the Williams is he not?" She nods eyes still focused on the floor.
"Yes sir." The sound of the chair being pushed back, scrapping against the hard wood and her father's rarely heard sob causes her to look up.
"Does thee hate me?"
"Of course not Alice. My love for you is absolute and forever. I am saddened though. And disappointed."
"In me?"
"Yes I suppose, but more so in Mr. Peterson, a man of his age and satisure should have known better. It makes me sad that I couldn't protect you from evil. I failed as your father." She stands up, reaching for her father, hugging him tightly, breathing in his scent.
"No thy haven't, I failed you. And ma. And God too."
"Alice it's impossible to fail God. You are my daughter and I love you. It'll be okay. No this isn't the life I imagined for thy, I can't stop it though. Now let's tell ma that she's going to be a grandmother. It'll be okay my love I do promise thy of that."