The Secrets That Free Us

Chapter 32

Usually don't give warning about the language in my stories because I generally use the F bomb in every other sentence, however I know some people really hate the C-U-Next-Tuesday word and find it offensive - just a heads up it is used in this chapter but Hunter's furious so it's called for!x

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Also 2 years ago..

Hunter

I slam my bedroom door shut. I don't know why Grace is being like this.

We slept together and it is a big deal but she's acting like she couldn't give a fuck.

I text her hours ago and still haven't heard anything back, maybe I should just go over there?

I decide to do that. She can't ignore me when I'm in the middle of her bedroom can she.

I just finish pulling my Tshirt over my head when my own bedroom door barges open.

Grace is in her PJs still, the cute little pink vest and shorts ones, only there's a tear in her vest, right in the middle of her chest, just slightly exposing the top of her breasts.

She's white as sheet and her eyes are swollen and puffy, she looks broken.

I cried with Grace while she told me what that piece of shit had done to her. I had never felt so fucking helpless in my whole life.

I cried again when I took her to the hospital and the nurse took her to be examined.

It felt like someone slicing my heart into tiny pieces with the look on my Gracie's face when they told her she would have to be tested for STI's. Not to mention the sickly look that took over when they mentioned they would be testing for HIV too.

Her whole life had been turned upside down in a matter of hours because of that disgusting piece of shit.

My beautiful angel felt tarnished and ashamed and begged me not to tell anyone. I will keep her promise, but I'm going to find that fucking cunt and kill him.

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I found out which bar that scumbag was at. Apparently he wanted to keep partying. Probably looking for his next fucking victim. Not on my watch.

I lurked in the back ally like some kind of creep for at least half an hour before I saw the side door to the run down bar open up.

As soon as I saw Peter come out I couldn't hold back any more. It was like a blind rage took over me.

"What the fuck?" He managed out as I advanced towards him and planted a satisfying punch across face. His nose started pouring of blood and that just encouraged me even more.

He landed one hit on me before I pinned him to the gravely ground.

Images of him on top of Grace violating her kept coming with every hit.

Her screaming for help - punch.

Her crying - punch.

Him inside of her - punch, punch.

His face was barely recognisable when I felt two strong hands pull me off of him. Who's stopping him? He deserves this?

"Hunter stop!" My senses started coming back to me as I recognised Cole's voice.

I pushed his hands off of my now bloodied Tshirt, "Get the fuck off me."

I looked between Peter and Cole. Peter was a mess. Even in my rage I could see that. And Cole, this wouldn't of happened if he hadn't of been trying to show what a rebellious bad ass he was.

I punched him too. He flexed his jaw slightly but he didn't say anything. His eyes filled with shame, he knew he might not have did this but it wouldn't have happened if he didn't fill his house with a bunch of assholes he barely knew.

"Okay, I deserved that and he deserves a hell of a lot more. But Grace doesn't need you getting arrested right now."

Unfortunately, someone in the bar must have heard the commotion because that's exactly what ended up happening.

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Present day

"..basically they couldn't let me off with it and there was no way I was dragging Grace through a court case, but because I was only sixteen they gave me a slap on the wrist, sentenced me to two years in a detention centre and forced me to take anger management classes for the whole time. I broke his nose, jaw, eye socket and ribs. I asked my Mom to say I was in boarding school, Cole kept me up to date on Gracie and scared Peter off for good. I was allowed early dismissal because of good behaviour but was gonna stay and do the full time. That was until Cole came to see me."

When I finish filling everyone in on what happened with Peter, Gary and Ellen give Grace some comforting words and excuse themselves. They stand to leave the room, Gary gives Grace a hug and a kiss on the cheek then Ellen follows suit. On the way past Ellen gives me a small smile as she passes me.

Gary claps a hand on my shoulder, firm but kind. He looks me in the eyes, "You defended her and stood by her through the worst thing imaginable. Welcome to the family shithead."