Fate

What Is Happening?

GRACE'S POV

I woke up to find myself alone in his bed. I had a wonderful dream about James and I. I slowly sat up and stretched with a big smile on my face. I heard water running from the bathroom in the hall. It's probably James.

I threw the blankets off of me and saw a little bit of red peaking out from underneath. I lifted the blankets and where James was sleeping there was a small pool of blood. There was a little bit dried on my arm.

Am I seeing this correctly? Is it really blood? Why is there blood everywhere?

I sprinted to the bathroom. "James! James!" I started panicking.

When I opened the door, he had his arm under the faucet of the sink, making the water color turn pink. What happened to him? I felt sick to my stomach. How is he hurt? I would've heard if something happened.

"Grace, Grace. Calm down. It's okay," he said pulling me into a one-armed hug. I started to get chocked up. "Shh... I'm fine. Look at me. I'm still here aren't I? I just got a cut on my arm." He was running his fingers through my hair.

"You have blood on your arm. Let me wipe it off." He said getting a towel and wetting it.

"Wha-what happened to you? How'd you cut yourself? We need to get you stitches! C'mon I'm taking you to the hospital." It's not like there was anything for him to hurt himself on. I don't get how this could've happened.

"No Grace, I'm fine. I'll wrap it and it'll heal." He said in a serious tone.

"Would you mind telling me what the hell happened?" I said harshly.

"I- I don't know! I just woke up to feeling a really sharp pain in my arm. It just started gushing blood and I didn't wanna wake you up. I just- I'll be okay." He reassured me.

This doesn't make sense. How do you just wake up and have a cut on your arm? I took his arm from under the faucet and looked at it. There was a large, deep cut from his elbow, all the way down to his wrist. It wouldn't stop bleeding. I sighed and shook my head. "Do you need anything?" I asked worried.

"No. I'm gonna finish cleaning myself up. Would you mind changing the sheets on the bed?"

"Yeah, sure." I said nodding.

He kissed me on my forehead. "Thank you."

I went back into his room and started to take his sheets off the bed. I went in his closet to go find new ones when my phone rang. I went over to my small purse and took it out looking at the screen; unknown.

"Hello?" I asked softly.

"You're so stupid. I warned you but you didn't listen. Next time it'll be worse." The voice said.

I can't let James hear me. "Who the hell are you? I'm going to call the police! Leave me alone! I'm not kidding!" I yelled into the phone.

"Neither am I sweetheart. The same rules still apply: don't tell anyone you spoke to me. Just do the right thing and break up with him. Make it easier on yourself."

"And if I don't, what's gonna happen?"

"Keep testing me and you'll find out."

"Stay the hell away from me! Stay the hell away from us! You're fucking crazy! I will call the police!" I could feel my skin starting to heat up.

The voice just chuckled at me. "If you want him to keep getting hurt, go ahead. It's your decisions that decide my actions. Make the right one." With that, they hung up.

Perfect timing because James came back into his room with his arm wrapped. I could see the blood already starting to seep thought the bandage.

"Can I please just take you to the hospital?" I asked again. A bandage is not enough for such a deep cut.