Train Wreck

Chapter Twenty: I'm still a fan even though I was salty (part two)

I'm still a fan even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one driving

Kill Bill by SZA
*unedited* (word count:)

Grace

I've never been so mad in my life. I could kill. I want that motherfucker tied to a tree. He deserves whatever happens to him and I hope it's bad.

The wooden bat sits on my shoulder as I stand in the doorway of the office. Matteo is balls deep in this bitch. He has no cares in the world. NONE.

I swing the bat and hit him in the head making him fall to the ground. The whore turns around and looks at me with wide eyes. The whore covers her body.

I swing the bat hitting her in her knee. She drops to the ground and screams in pain. Everything goes dark as I start swinging. I don't let up. I just keep going.

It almost feels natural. It feels good. My frustrations are starting to disappear. The tension is leaving my body.

"Grace!" Holden yells.

I snap out of my daze as I stop hitting her. Blood is everywhere. The walls, floor, and furniture is covered in her blood. She's almost unrecognizable.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Holden asks.

"I'm tired of this motherfucker hurting my best friend! She's fucking pregnant and has to deal with body issues and this motherfucker cheating on her," I reply. "I want his fucking brains splattered across this fucking house."

"I understand that, but you are going to have to let it go! Get your ass in the shower and get cleaned up. You fucking leaving this island," Holden replies.

I drop the bat and make my way upstairs. I go into my room and strip out of my clothes. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I climb underneath the stream. I scrub my body until I feel clean enough. I wash my hair and scrub my body one more time before getting out. I dry off and get dressed.

I go pack my bags and stand outside by the dock. My phone starts ringing catching me off guard. I pull my phone out and answer the call.

"Grace," Aleksei's voice fills my ears.

"Hey," I murmur.

"She's been picked up and I have her hidden for right now," he replies. "When are you coming back?"

"I'm waiting to leave the island right now," I reply. "Is she okay? Has she said anything?"

"No," he replies. "She's been quiet ever since I picked her up. I have a doctor coming to check her out until she can go out on her own."

"Good. We have to keep her healthy. She can't be left alone," I reply.

"Grace put the phone down," Matteo's voice fills my ears.

I turn around and look at Matteo. Blood trickles down his forehead as he glares at me. I slowly remove the phone from my ear as I try to keep a straight face.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I can have your life in a minute, Grace," he replies.

"I'm not scared of you," I reply. "You can do whatever you want with me, but you will never get to her, and if you do, IF, it will be over my dead body."

He grabs me by my throat and lifts me off the ground. I kick at him but it does no good. He tightens his grip on me before slamming me on the ground. I lose my breath as I begin to cough. My head pounds as my body aches.