Exploited Escape- Grester

Chapter Fourteen

Hello! Sorry I've been gone for so long I have been so busy with the new school year and all the work which comes along with that but here's a not very good, average chapter. I will try my best to get back to updating more regularly and hopefully the chapters will improve with time but enjoy this one x

I've always believed in the supernatural, it always seems plausible; and there was always more evidence for than against. I can't say I've witnessed anything abnormal but every story I've read had always swayed my mind into a believer.

But then I'd always believed a lot of things, always being the sheep-following the cows; out of year of not knowing where the other direction would take me. And I guess you could say that thats's always made me a coward but what's in an always anyway? I'd always believed people actually cared for me and I'd always believed that when people said something they meant it- that when they said always they meant always.

I had never asked Grace to be okay but I'd always assumed she'd understand- or make a gallant attempt to adjust to the reality of my reality. The look in her eyes would tell me every affectionate comment she made towards me was always. The way she cared and protected me was always- she manipulated me into believing whatever we had was always.

But when she looked me in the eyes and balled her hands into fists. When she walked up to me, belongings in hand and told me that I'll 'always be alone' and when she slammed the door behind me- I knew it was never forever, it was never an always.

I stared longingly back at the door she'd just walked out of; her words echoing through the walls, bouncing off tiles and tables- burning into my empty skull. 'You'll always be alone Chester'. She said it with such conviction, such impulse that I was left drowning in my own thoughts which sprung from her words. She didn't say it spitefully, it wasn't intended to hurt my feelings but I suppose it did. It left me feeling empty, hollow.

I guess it hurt because it was true- because I knew I was alone, I was aware that I was by myself. It just hurt coming from her, from someone who was meant to change that, someone who could make me understand what it felt like to have someone to rely on, a hand to hold, secrets to stare, someone to call home. I thought Grace was the person I could trust but as she told me I was alone she also ruined the hope, however faux it was, of us as a pair and prove to me that always doesn't exist and in the end we're all alone, the irony stung but there are nearly eight billion of us and all together, we're alone.

She left her bags on my bed, the duvet still ruffled from where she laid carelessly, enveloped in the love and comfort I had given her. I packed her things, holding her clothes tightly in my hands, up to my chest before placing them into her bag.

She'd be back, she had to. Where else would she go? I was the person she'd turned to before and so she had to turn to me again. I sat, waiting for a knock on the door or my phone to ring, sat for hours and hours, running my hand through her scarf; the scent of her filling the air around me.

I did eventually receive a knock on the door, three loud fast throws; they sounded impatient. I opened the door, my palms immediately becoming sweaty and my voice cracking, heart pounding.

"I came to collect her stuff, where is it?" His voice was just as low and aggravating as before, every syllable gaining authority, like a sergeant of an army. After what he had done to Grace I could barely look at him, his face making me physically sick.

He entered, storming into the room. His footprints loud and heavy, breaking every personal boundary.

"So she came back to you?" It wasn't much of a question but I needed the answer. In response Joe nodded, a sly smirk building under his harsh exterior.

"After what you did to her?!" I could feel the blood rushing, pulsing to the surface.

He looked up at me, the same nauseating expression on his face.

"I guess she couldn't resist," He was heading his way back towards the door but there was so much more I felt the need to say.

"You're a sick man." I mumbled- loud enough for him to hear.

"Coming from you?" He smirked, carrying on walking.

"There's a difference between me and you, we're nothing alike."

"And yet we're so similar Mr See, more than you'd think." He gripped the door handle, turning to me.

"Bad things happen to bad people. You don't deserve happiness, you don't deserve humanity. You'll lose everything." I said, scrunching my fingers together.

"And yet who's the guy walking out with the girl?" He spoke rhetorically and in that moment I had never loathed someone as much him. In that moment I swear I could've killed him.

He slammed the door as he left, a sound I had recently become immune to. I slammed my hand into the door, pounding my wrist against the wooden frame repetitively. Repetitively till my knuckles bleed and my arm gave way. I let it fall against my body as I did the same, resting up against the door, my back pressed against the cold material.

I felt drained, of energy and emotion, I'd lost it all. I'd blown everything up and now I was sitting amongst the rubble, in the remains of what I once had. And I was watching everything crumble and looking at it fall. I couldn't even hold on to a girl who wasn't even mine to take in the first place. I watched the memories and hopes crash and witnessed them dying.

She wasn't coming back, that was clear. He wouldn't let her go again, he'd tighten his grip, manipulate her life and she'd become a line in his book and nothing more. Nothing would stop him, nothing would stand in his way. He's destructive and Grace was about to be destroyed.