Grace's POV
I arrive back at my house, only to see a hoard of police cars parked out front. I knocked on the door quietly then slowly walked in to see them going through all of our personal items, book shelves, cabinets, anything really. I tried asking what was going on until one looked at me. “Put your hands in the air, don’t move.” Not that I wanted to. I wanted to know what the hell was going on. The same police then walked over and slid hand cuffs around my wrists. “Uh. What is going on? I just walk-“ I got cut off by the rude officer. “You’re under arrest.” He stated. This completely blew me over. I needed to know what was going on right now. “For what exactly, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I’m so confused.” I couldn’t even process what was happening at this moment. “Listen sweetie, you can’t fool us. We’ve tracked drugs back to this house.” He confirmed. “Wait, you think I used those drugs.” I said gesturing over to the plastic bags full of evidence. “Well obviously.” This was the most annoying thing ever. As I was about to talk, I was shoved into the back of a police car. “Wait! Officer, I can assure you that they aren’t min-“ “Save it for the station.” Are you serious right now. They didn’t even run blood tests or anything, they can’t just blame me for this. My hand was on the latch of the door when I felt a huge shock at my right arm, then everything went dark. I woke up in a cell. I noticed a officer in front of me, just watching. “Finally your awake. It’s about time.” “What time is it.” “About 8:47.” “What am I do-“ He opened the cell doors and took me to a room with a recording device. “Wait here.” And so I did. I man about the age of maybe, 30, I’d say walked in. He turned on the recording device. “Case of Grace Alvares. 8:54 pm February 22, 2014.” He began to question me. “So, the drugs?” He tried to be straight forward with me. “I really- Wait a minute.” “I need a moment to think, sorry.” Okay so lets think. Drugs. Linked back to my family. My Father! I almost jumped out of my chair. How did I not think about this before. He waved his hand in front of my face, “Are you ready to answer?” I wanted to yell at him for being so rude, but instead I began to give my reasoning for the drugs at my house. “Yes.” “My father, he does drugs and is a alcoholic. I’m saying it was him. I don’t think so, I know so. See, recently my mother and father went on a ‘trip’ to NewYork City. Or at least that’s what I think. My mother is a workaholic, so I mean, maybe she really wanted to go. But my father on the other hand, he was trying to get out so he wouldn’t get caught. Or so I’m guessing. He honestly is crazy, but very intelligent. He must’ve known that I was an ‘easy’ target. He could easily frame his own daughter. But one thing. I don’t do drugs.” I took a breathe. “I’m guessing he forgot the part where I take a blood test.” I finished. He kept throwing questions at me, which I answered in a snap. It must’ve been maybe an hour two later when he finally stopped, and turn the device off. “Well I want to believe you Grace, I really do. But in order for that, you have to have a negative on the test.” He stated. “Deal.” I knew it was going to come up negative so why hesitate. I walked into the office and took a seat. I didn’t even realize my phone had tons of calls and messages. I scrolled through and saw it spammed with the name ‘Elijah <3’ Don’t even ask why I still had his contact like that, or even why it was like that in the first place. I deleted them all, not even wanting to read them. After I was allowed to leave I was about to call up my grandmother but then thought against it. Honestly, I know she hates me. I just decided to go to the hospital to check up on Aaron. I walked in with a balloon and a smile. Thankfully, he was still awake. I looked like a complete wreck but he didn’t seem to mind. “So you were at the police station?” “Yep. I just hope that they just take my dad and leave me alone. But bad luck always comes my way. What is bad luck without ‘Grace’.” I say softening the mood. My eyes lids began to feel like 50 pound weights and I fell asleep on the surprising comfy chair. I awaken to someone saying my name over, and over again. “Grace. Grace. Grace. Grace. Graci-“ “Don’t even think about it.” I opened my eyes and watched him laugh. I looked at the clock to see it was 6:58. “Well at least I have a travel tooth brush an tooth paste.” I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I wiped off the excess eyeliner under my eyes and applied mascara. I walked out and of the hospital and caught a ride on the bus. Thankfully no one was on the bus. I arrive at campus earlier then expected. I walked to class to see my seat taken by the snobby girl who had been with Elijah the other day. This will be fun. “Um. Excuse me, but I think you’re in my seat.” “And I think you’re in my space.” She responded rudely. “See, I don’t really want any trouble. I was just wondering if maybe you could get up, because that is kinda my seat. But it’s fine if-“ You know what? No I wasn’t apologizing to her. She was giving me and attitude and I wasn’t having it. “Listen bitch, I was here first so you can find another seat.” I could feel everyone staring at us from the back of my head. “Excuse me? I didn’t do anything to you I was jus-“ I felt a hard sting on my cheek. She was now on her feet. I put my hand over my cheek, trying not to burst. “What’re you gonna do about it, prude.” That was it. I had been bullied all my life and I couldn’t anymore. “I’m not gonna do anything about it.” I just walked out of the room and ran to the bathroom. I sat in the stall and cried. I just cried. I couldn’t. Every time I finished crying over one memory. Another one appeared in the back of my mind. Like an endless spiral. I just decided I was going to skip my first class and then head to the next like nothing happened. After the class was over I walked out of the bathroom and began to head to my next class and felt a huge thump on my back. Within seconds I was on the ground. “Why’d you ditch.” I felt a unbearable pain as she brutally kicked and punched me with her group of friends. “How’s another blackeye?” She laughed. I didn’t even bother to do anything. It had seemed as if I was so emotionally drained from before, that I couldn’t. Until one of her friends kicked my hard in the gut. I screamed at the pain, but they all just laughed. How was no one seeing this. Each time I tried to get up, I was pushed back down. It was maybe 10 minutes later when I heard a guy yelling at them. I tried to look and see who it was but my vision was so blurry. He pulled me up and moved my hair from my face. “What the fuck happened Grace.” The voice. It had grown to be familiar. Zayn. “Those girls. I don’t ev-“ I collapsed
( Sorry for the short chapter! I really appreciate you guys reading this story. Thank you! - B )
