Chapter 50

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*Skips Car Ride*
Graces POV:

We arrive at the Justice Building and go inside. I see Becca standing talking to some relatives. I go over to them. 'Bec..,' she interrupts me. 'I'm sorry. I just found out that you were kidnapped. I know you didn't mean what you said,' she says. I nod and we hug.

'Grace,' my aunt Marilyn says hugging me. My uncle Harry and two cousins, Mason and Lindsay, hug me also. Cameron walks over to us. 'Who's this,' Becca asks? 'Cameron. I live with him and he's the boy mum shot,' I explain. She nods and they shake hands.

We all go and sit down. Four policemen walk in with my parents. The look at me disgustedly. I look away. 'Court session 155 is now starting. All rise,' the judge says.

*Skipping Court Trial*

We walk out of the building with smiles on our faces. My parents have been charged with life in prison for; attempted murder, rape, abuse, illegal weapons, and kidnapping.

I hug Becca goodbye. I turn to Cam and can't get the smile off my face. He lifts me up and spins me around. I kiss his nose and he blushes. 'We won,' I cheer. He puts me down and just looks at me.

'What are you looking at,' I ask? 'You,' he answers, 'because your so beautiful.' I blush and look away. Cam lifts my head towards him. He places his warm lips onto mine. I miss back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

We pull away smiling at each other. 'Lets go home,' Cam says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the car. We hop in and Cam drives us home.

We finally arrive and I rush out of the car. I go inside. 'How'd it go,' the boys ask once I get into the living room. 'We won,' I cheer. The boys all stand up and hug me. Matt spins me around and I giggle.

Cam comes over to me and wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my shoulder. I glance at Shawn and see the hurt in his eyes. I instantly feel bad. I get out of Cams grip and sit on the floor.

Then I see the hurt in Cams eyes. I sigh. Shawn leaves the room with tears in his eyes. Soon after Cam leaves, slamming the front door behind him.

A tear slips down my cheek and I wipe it away. I stand up and go up to my room. I pass Shawn and Taylor's room and hear Shawn playing his guitar and singing.

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