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꧁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧꧂
this story contains graphic sexual and physical abuse; read with caution
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GRACE SULLIVAN, was the girl that everyone tended to avoid at school. It wasn't even that she did anything bad to anyone, they just thought she was the weird girl who came to school with all these bruises. Everyone always stared, but no one even cared enough to ask if she was okay. Even the teachers turned a blind eye. It was because her father was so charming to anyone and everyone except for her. Except for her mother. But Grace couldn't find an ounce of pain in her for her mother. Because for years, she let her father abuse her. Mainly, because it took the heat off of her. Her mother was a coward. What kind of mother allows their child to be beaten and raped? To be violated so atrociously, not only physically but mentally as well.
"Grace, where the hell are ya?" Right on time. Her father had just gotten home from work and she knew her report card was sitting on the countertop in the kitchen. Most parents would be so proud of their child for getting all A's on their report cards. But what her father saw was the one wrong thing, the one thing he could see in the list of A's.
Grace glances at her bedroom door, well, what used to be her bedroom door as her father had taken it off the hinges about six months ago. Robert storms in, furious as always. He never had a calm bone in his body around her. "What is it, Robert?" She asks, trying to keep her voice firm as she doesn't want to show fear. She never wanted to show fear to him because that's what he exploits and then the bearing starts. Grace was never allowed to call her father by what everyone else calls theirs, dad. He always said to call him Robert because she was a mistake and mistakes don't get to use the word dad.
"What the fuck is this?" Robert asks as he holds up the report card. Grace just glanced at it, seeing the tight grip he had, his knuckles turning white.
"My report card." Grace states as she bites the inside of her cheek. She knew she had to make eye contact with him but sometimes it was almost impossible to do.
"And what does that say?" He questions as he points to the thing he was referring to. Grace sighs, glancing down at the ground before Robert slams his hand down on her desk making her flinch slightly.
"A B," Grace tells him after a moment, meeting his eyes once again. Robert scoffs, taking a step closer as he crumbles the report card in his hands.
"Yeah, that's right." He says as he glares down at the blonde. "And what do I always say?" Robert asks as he raises an eyebrow at her. Grace bites her tongue, feeling disgusted as she closes her eyes for a moment.
