Grace

Chapter 9 - If She Fought

Grace kept her hand on the pistol her Daddy gave her at almost all times. It was in her purse or jacket pocket when she went out. She was jumpy at the slightest sound for days; she refused to be taken by surprise. The unfortunate recurring thought she had was that 100 feet wouldn't stop a bullet anyway should he decide to take revenge within the confines of the restraining order.

She wouldn't even see it coming.

So she stayed home as much as possible. Yeah, he'd find her easily if he came looking, but at least she can keep her windows and doors closed. She almost wished he'd just get his reaction over with. She knew it had to be coming – just let it happen already! The wait and the worry was surely worse than getting it over with. That's likely what he wants – to punish me with the tension first, she thought to herself.

It took two weeks. But it finally happened. She had grown slightly more complacent. No longer keeping her pistol within reach or visual range when she was at home. She knew exactly where it was, but had stopped carrying it with her if she moved to a different room. Officer Neilsen's visits and calls checking on her had also vastly decreased. Clearly as time passed, she felt the danger to Grace must be waning.

It hit Grace suddenly that he was likely banking on the taking her by surprise when she saw his vehicle parked out at the end of her street. Conveniently just over 100 feet from her door. She couldn't see him, though – where could he be?

She doubted he was visiting Mrs McCreary – the sweet old lady of whose house his truck was parked outside of.

She was looking out her front window – looking for any other sign of him when she thought she should get to her pistol quickly, just in case.

Before she could move to get it, however; she had a sudden feeling of dread. A feeling that someone was watching her.

She turned slowly and saw Wade. Standing there silently in her living room. Staring at her. She jumped and let out a startled squeal. He smirked and let out a laugh.

In her head, she chastised herself. Of course she shouldn't have been surprised. He was a hunter – and a damn good one at that.

She was shaking – an involuntary motion she couldn't stop. Wade, however; was calm.

"Oh, Sweetheart – did I startle you? Sorry... I didn't mean to."

Grace sucked in a breath. It was his menacing calm again. Surely he didn't expect her to be put at ease at the assurance he didn't mean to. He had obviously broken in and used his stealth skills to get behind her quietly.

"I'm not an idiot," Grace whispered. Surprised at her own answer. She was talking back to him yet still too timid to say it loudly.

"Excuse me?" Wade asked. "I couldn't hear you properly... Was... Was that you sassing me? Surely not..."

Grace cleared her throat. Fuck him, fuck this... He's going to do what he wants to me anyway she thought. She spoke a little louder, "I'm not an idiot Wade. Of course you meant to startle me. Of course you meant to scare me."

Wade looked impressed. "Well, standing up for yourself, are you?"

"Fuck you, Wade," she retorted.

Wade laughed out loud. "Sass, again! I like it... Feisty Grace..." He shook his head in amusement. "This should be fun. The more feisty you are, the more I'll enjoy the challenge of putting you in your place."

Grace raised her chin defiantly. He was standing between her and where her pistol lay. She knew there was no way she'd be able to get to it easily – but at least he was still unaware that she had it.

Wade stepped up close to her, trying to press up against her as he moved his arm around her to grab her ass and pull her pelvis in close to his. Her arms moved defensively between their chests in an attempt to create some space.

She could still feel how aroused he was, however; as he held their lower halves firmly in place.

She felt a sudden rise of nausea, she knew what he was about to do, and she knew she'd likely not be able to fight him off. What seemed like a thousand scenarios ran through her head as she tried to keep tears from stinging her eyes – she wouldn't let him see her cry again – and while she tried to decide if she should be compliant or attempt to fight him.

She knew he would hurt her regardless... But if she fought... Would he hurt her worse?

She knew she had been compliant too many times with Wade. She wondered where along the way she had lost her free will. Whether it be what to have for dinner or allowing him to fuck her regardless of her wishes... She knew what he expected of her; and she was kicking herself for ever getting in this deep.