Grace the Runner #1 ✔️ #wattys2019

Chapter 11 - Lost

AN - The chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse. 

GRACE 

I felt so lost.

I don't know why I ran, there was just this feeling inside me that told me it was the right thing to do. My brain went between flight and fight, I chose flight. Just like I always do.

When the going gets tough, I run.

When my parents fought, when my dad was drunk, when my dad brought round his friends, I would always run.

It was like it was drilled into my brain, shut in a locked chest and someone had thrown the key in the deepest ocean.

I wanted to go to my old neighbour's house, Juliet. Juliet was my greatest friend, she will be 78 soon and she always put a smile on my face when she talked about her time as a popcorn maker in sunny Spain.

But I couldn't get to her, I didn't know how. I was now in the city and she was in the countryside.

Black cabs drove past me as I got deeper into the city.

A gush of wind blew through my hair and I quickly hugged myself to keep warm.

I didn't know what time it was, and I didn't know how to get back to Olivia's glorious home. My anger had calmed down and now I felt stupid for running. For some reason seeing lip stick marks over Kaden struck a nerve in my body, a fiery rage wanting to come out and explode.

When I ran I kinda wanted Kaden to follow and tell me everything was alright, and nothing happened. But that didn't happen and now I was still alone.

"Guys isn't that Jason's kid, Gracie. Gracie!"

I looked up and saw two dirty men with ruff faces. I tried to ignore them, I didn't want any bad business.

"Hey, Gracie! I'm talking to you", this time one of the men stopped in front of me and grabbed my arm.

He lifted my chin with his grubby fingers "it is Gracie".

I tried to pull away, I didn't know these men and I didn't know how they knew me, "let me go".

"Now, now, now Gracie I can't do that your old man owed us a lot of money and now he's gone you will have to repay it", he said creepily while forcing me to look up into his eyes.

I didn't know my dad had done any drugs, but I'm guessing with the amount he drank and the men he hung out with, some type of drugs would be involved.

When I tried to fight to get them off me, they just pulled against me using their massive muscles. I knew what these men would do, and it wouldn't be nice.

"man, we need to get her back to boss", the other man said to his friend.

The man holding me just nodded, "we can have some fun first though. Boss man wouldn't mind".

I looked up at him in disgust, "don't look at me like that darling. We would've found you sooner anyway. Boss man wants his payment and you are a lovely prize".

I tried to escape again.

His friend put a dirty sock in my mouth. "Gracie, you are mine to do what I want with. If I want my friend to fuck you I will, if I want to fuck you I will. You are my dirty slut".

He walked around me and went down to me legs, he pulled them apart and attached my feet to two table legs with some rope. I trembled in fear; my feet were shaking so much.

He pulled down my pyjama pants, leaving me in my knickers and a t-shirt. He went up to my ear and whispered with his disgusting alcohol full breath "you are mine. Remember that".

They must've knocked me out as now they were dragging me towards a van where now a third man was.

Tears were streaming down my face, I was in another nightmare. When my father died, I never thought I would have to go through this similar experience, but now I am and I hated it. Even from the grave, my father hurt me.

I couldn't run now.

I wanted to run, but I couldn't.

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Ooooooo, Gracie's in trouble. 

What do you thinks gonna happen?

Whose the 'Boss Man'?

Find out in the next chappy on Wednesday, happy reading!!! xx