She Was Grace

Chapter 15

I laid there on the blood-stained wooden boards. I couldn't feel my legs and my heart was racing. My glasses were laying in the blood beside me, smashed. Great.

"Help!!" I yelled, but I got no answer. "Help, please..." It came out as more of a whimper.

Bam! The door flung open. I was on the floor feet away from where the door had smashed. I couldn't see exactly who it was, but they kept asking me questions.

"Are you okay!?" "What happened!?" "Who did this?!" "Where did they go?!"

I couldn't answer anything. I wanted to tell the man all about the guy in all black who stabbed me. I wanted to tell him my baby was coming. I wanted to tell him that my boyfriend and his friends aren't here and they have no idea what's wrong. But I couldn't.

Once he saw me clutch my stomach, he picked me up, slowly. That's when I saw his face. It was a police officer. His mustache curled around his chin and up his cheeks and into his hairline.

My shaky hand rose and I tried to hold onto his shoulder as he carried me.

All I could see was blood. It was all over my hands and legs. I looked as if I just swam in a pool of red dye. It was stained on me.

We reached his police car and he set me down on the back seat. I laid there screaming. Another contraction.

Damn, this baby really wanted to come out of there...

"Please, I need my boyfriend! He'll be here soon."

"No sweetie, we need to get you to the hospital. I'll send another squad car over to wait for them. They'll meet us over at the ER." He jumped into the drivers seat.

His deep voice was soothing.

I kept dozing on and off on the way to the hospital.

Daniels POV

"Guys, you're lucky I knew where you were... I can't believe your got kicked out of the taxi..." Both Mikey and Derek were sitting in the backseat of Grace's car both being silent.

"Where's Grace?" Derek's voice broke the silence.

"She's at home. Wait for us to get back..."

He nodded his head and looked out the window as we pulled into our drive way. "Woah! Why is there police cars around our house! What the fuck!"

I immediately jumped out of the car and ran into the yellow 'caution police tape'. I was stopped by some police officers.

"No this is my house! Where is Grace! My baby! She's pregnant..." Thinking of all the possible things that could've happened, I ripped past the police officers.

The front door was smashed. I walked though it and into the kitchen. All I saw was blood. There was blood up the refrigerator and on the cabinets.

I covered my mouth and squatted down beside Grace's shattered glasses on the floor. My eyes started watering and I heard footsteps from behind me.

"No! This can't be real! Where is Grace!" It was Derek. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were filled with terror.

"Derek... Why do you care so much about her. She isn't your girlfriend, you shouldn't be here." I knew he was my friend, my rage and sadness were taking control of me. I spoke before thinking.

He stepped closer to me. "Oh Daniel, you don't even know your girlfriend..." He put his hand on my shoulder and got closer to my right ear.

"That baby inside of her-" he got even closer. "It's mine." He said it in almost a whisper.

"No..." His words didn't make sense. I couldn't make sense of it all. Why would she do that to me...

"Oh but there's more..." A smile formed on his face. "It's not the first time she's slept with me since then." He turned his back and went to walk out the broken door.

I tackled him to the blood-coated floor.

"You bitch!" I grabbed his hair and ripped him to the floor. He jumped up and punched me in the face. He grabbed my head and slammed me through the back door. The glass shattered all around me. I landed in the bushes below the house.

Blood ran down my face and onto my shirt. My head was cracked open, I could feel the bone.

Derek jumped down beside me with a knife in his hands.

"You're not gonna kill me Derek... We're friends. We have been since you moved here before Grace. Before she was ever in the picture."

"Oh that's just the thing Daniel! We dated for awhile a few years back. She was the love of my life! Then she ran to you when I made a few mistakes! It's all your fault, you bitch."

He came closer, holding the knife to my face.

"I'm sorry." He rammed the knife into my chest. It all went black.