Grace the Runner #1 ✔️ #wattys2019

Chapter 13 - Squashed Rat

Grace

Number 1 – Kaden's dad is a psycho,

Number 2 – my dad even ruins my life from the grave,

And number 3 – weirdly mine and Kaden's worlds are the same.

Both our dads are dickheads, a word I don't normally use, but I will for those type of men.

Once my mind came to a complete stop from the swirling tornado of thoughts, and Victor stopped laughing in his chilling way. I tried to think of a way I could get out of this sticky situation alive and with no dangerously deadly injuries.

I say tried as when Victor stopped cackling, he grabbed hold of the metal chair which I am tied too and pulled me out of the room, with the horrible noises of scraping metal going across the whole room. Now he had moved me, maybe we would go to higher ground and maybe I could escape.

"Little Gracie we're going on an adventure", I just looked at him like 'no need to sugar coat it'. He could just say he's going to drop me into an ice-cold tank full of two of the deadliest sharks or make me do his dirty chores. In my opinion I'd rather die by a shark than have him force himself onto me.

We seemed to be going deeper into his 'lair', which made my high hopes of having a chance of escaping, die suddenly. The chair bumped abruptly on the uneven steps and I knew he wouldn't care if he oh so not purposely let go of the chair and I would bounce down the steps like a bunny rabbit on steroids.

As we finally got to the bottom and I had no injuries, he opened a door, which screamed out dirty rap music.

"Heard you're not the girl you take home to mom

Is we fucking when we leave the club or nah".

My eyes must have shown disgust at the dirty wording.

From where I could see the room must be a stripper's dance floor, booths with large buff men inside littered the floor. Victor pulled the chair deeper into the room, he took me up some steps and sat down next to me on the 'captain's chair', I would call as it was bigger and had that whole dominant alpha feature to it.

"Don't knock it, until you try it Gracie", Victor whispered disgustingly into my ear, his cigar breath spilling against my ears, and his hand reached down to grab my boob. I tried to move but the restrains stopped me, I desperately tried to keep in my tears.

He grabbed it forcefully "you are mine now".

"Oh, Victor darling your back", a familiar voice spoke, grabbing hold of Victors attention. I tried to turn to thank whoever had stopped him from his hands exploring any further. But Victor kept my back to the person.

"I'm not your fucking darling", he spat.

"Now get me and my guest a drink. Be an obedient slut"! He roared angrily.

The girl walked past me trembling at his harsh words. She was wearing a very flashy night dress and a black mask which hid her eyes from my view. As if to show that she was nobody important, the person behind the mask was a true human, the mask was giving her an unknown identity. She turned around as if she was going to snap at Victor, however she just gasped at my face, I know I must've looked like a squashed rat.

Something flashed through her eyes, it seemed to be guilt, but as soon as it was there it was gone.

I wondered to myself, trying to think of what she would be guilty of. This girl was a stranger to me.

"Gracie, you must be happy, now that you're not on your own".

"Slut, stand and take off your mask", the women from before rushed in carrying two dark blue drinks. She took off her mask, obeying Victor.

This time I gasped in surprise.

It

was

my

mother.

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Heyo, so sorry for the late chapter its been another weird week. Something about this chapter was exciting to write, love you guys and happy reading!! xx