Fourteen

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"Take your time. I've got all the time in the world." That really wasn't encouraging me.

"Just...you have to let me get through everything before you say or do anything okay? You can't leave before I finish." I state.

"I promise."

I nervously play with my fingers and take a deep breath.

"I haven't told anyone this. Not even my father. This is me putting all of my trust on you. If you tell anyone, we are no longer friends.

So it started when I was five. I would notice strange things with my mother, not Julie. She would come home smelling funny, or acting weird.

That's when the fighting started between my parents, they tried to hide it from me but it was so loud. Many nights I laid in my bed crying myself to sleep as they fought.

Jumping forward some time. Mom wasn't getting the satisfaction from the alcohol, so she turned to drugs. That's when things got really ugly. Dad would just storm out of the house leaving me with her.

One day I was outside, this was after dad left for work. I was playing on my bike and I fell and skinned my knee.

I knew she was still on something but I was hurt and just wanted my mommy. Well she told me to wait in for her, so I went and waited.

She was about to come help me when this guy showed up. He said she owed his boss money. Five hundred to be exact.

But we didn't have that kind of money laying around. So she came up with the next best solution. She sold me to her drug dealer so she didn't owe him five hundred anymore.

He took me to his boss, Mike. He was not a nice man. He told me in order to save my mommy from him killing her was to do what he said...so I did..." I inhale sharply as the memories flood my mind.

I had blocked them out for so long, that I had forgotten how trapped I felt. I had to do these things to save my mother.

"What things did he make you do?" Cam asks clearly showing signs or rage. His nostrils were flaring and I could see his eyes full of rage and hate.

"It started off not bad. It'd just be a kiss here and there. But she kept using getting more and more expensive things. I tried tell him no but it only seemed to encourage him.

About two months after the first incident, that's when it escalated. He took my innocence away from me. Worst part is my mother knew because I cried to her how much pain I was in. Do you know what she said to me? She told me that that's the only thing that I was made for and I better get use to it. What kind of mother says that to their daughter?!" My voice had risen.

I look over to see Cam, fists clenched breathing heavily.

Sighing I knew what was coming. "I leave now.." I mumble softly standing up.

But before I could take a step, I was being yanked back onto his lap. "I don't want you to leave. In fact I want you to stay here with me so I know you're safe." He says in a possessive tone.

"W-what?" I was shocked. Mike and my mother told me no one would want me if they knew the truth.

"I said I'm not letting you go. Whether you want to stay or not."

"You do know that's kidnapping right?" I raise my brows at him.

"Yes, but hey lucky you, your kidnapper is strikingly handsome." He smirks and all the anger seemed to vanish from with in him, or he did a hell of a job hiding it.

"Wow you're a bit cocky."  I can't help but feel a bit better knowing he wasn't treating me differently.

"I am. Is it okay if I ask a question?"

"That is a question." I point out.

"Okay smart ass. But what made you think of the past? Did I cause this?" He asks carefully.

"No. First it was the nightmare from last night. Which I haven't had one in so long. Then when I was walking to school, because you ditched me. Julie said Mike was looking for me and she threatened to tell you and I didn't want to be kicked out, because I have nowhere else to go."

"Do you think she told him where you were staying?" His arms tighten around me.

"Honestly? Yes. She hates me for no reason. She'd do anything to get me out of her life and my dad's life."

"Why haven't you told your dad what's she had done to you?"

"I don't want to be the reason he is unhappy. So what's the big deal that I get a few bruises and cuts. Those things heal." I shrug.

"You shouldn't have to live that way Grace. But I know where you are coming from. I told my father my step mother was abusing me and I had evidence. He left her for me and now he is hardly home. I feel like he blames me for my mom and step mom leaving. Granted I was the reason my step mom is out of the picture."

"I thought you said your mom died? You just said she left." I frown, because I was truthful about my past but he had lied. Granted we really hadn't known each other that long.

Hell we still barely knew each other but we both knew each others darkest secrets.

"The moment she left she was dead to me. So when people as I tell them she is dead. I prefer it that way anyway so I can remember the good times we had."

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that." I felt bad because he looked as if I ripped a band aide off his hairy leg.

"Hey you told me some deep shit, I can share my deep shit."

"Thanks for being my friend. I know if I told Em or James they wouldn't treat me normal. They'd probably pity me." I admit.

"Oh that reminds me. I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell anyone I told you. Pinky promise." He holds his pinky up.

"What are we five?" I chuckle.

"Pinky promises are sacred."

"Fine I pinky promise I won't tell a soul." With that he told me something that changed everything.

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