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꧁𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝꧂
︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎
GRACE'S HEART WAS PUMPING IN HER CHEST, she was pounding on the door of her bedroom the she couldn't get out of. Her father had locked her in when she had talked back to him. He hadn't even said a word, he had just thrown her in and locked the door so she couldn't get out. It was cold and dark since he had boarded up the windows. Grace could feel herself hyperventilating as she grasped at her chest.
"Please! Let me out!" She screams as she bangs on the door yet again. But she knew it would only make him leave her in there longer. But she hated the feeling of being caged in. It left her alone with her thoughts and that was dangerous as it was. Because the only thoughts she had was of her life leading up to this moment, and they weren't exactly pleasant. "I didn't mean to say anything! Please, just open the door!" She pleads, cries leaving her lips as her nails scratch at the doorknob. But no one came to let her out, no one came to help her.
Because there was never anyone on her side.
In present time, Grace stands in the bar at Rousseau's, her breath getting heavier as she stared at the man in front of her. Her feet were stumbling backwards, her eyes wide as she could barely think straight. She always knew there was a possibility of her father finding her, that much was made clear when she started receiving letters from him. But nothing could have prepared her for the moment that he was actually here. She didn't know what her reaction would be until that very second.
It wasn't like she couldn't fight back if he attacked her, she had grown up a lot. But it wasn't even the fear of him abusing her again. It was the memories that rushed back to her as she stared at the man who made her childhood into a living hell. It was the pure hatred and pain that she felt, not only from his abuse but the words he would say to her. He didn't need to physically hit her to cause her pain, and he knew that. He knew that and that's why he mentally tortured her for months by sending her the letters.
Camille seemed to notice how Grace was acting, especially after hearing the glass smash on the ground. She immediately rushed over to her, grabbing ahold of her arm softly but Grace only flinches away. Camille turns her head, her eyes landing on Robert who was only standing at the door, a smirk on his lips. She furrows her eyebrows as she looks back at Grace.
Grace only grabs at her chest before turning around and rushing towards the bathroom. She pushes her way through the door, her hand covering her mouth as she tries to catch her breath. She stares at herself in the mirror, seeing the tears start to pour from her eyes. Grace shakes her head as she grabs a hold of the sink, cries leaving her lips as she looks back over at the door.
Camille was standing watching the bathroom for a moment before she notices Robert had started to walk more into the bar. She immediately stops him, a stern expression on her face. "I suggest you leave, sir." She tells him sharply as she gestures towards the door. Robert just smiles down at her, shrugging his shoulders.
