My Rescuer (an emblem3/Wesley Stromberg fanfic)

Chapter 1

Grace's POV

"GRACE, GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE!" my mom screams. Yep, I wake up to this every morning.

"IM COMING," I holler back. I roll over and groan in pain from what happened last night. My mom brings home random guys and when she leaves to go do something else and leaves them at home, they're suddenly interested in me. It's not too extreme but it's enough to make me scream and cry, and if I refuse, they beat me. That only happened once, and I was only fourteen years old. I've gained a sense of survival after that because I was honestly in so much pain I still wake up screaming some nights, so I learned that I just have to deal with it. I slip out of my warm bed and limp downstairs.

"Good. You came down quickly. I thought I'd have to bring a belt up there or something," my mom says with an expression full of hate. I don't know what happened to her. She changed so much I don't even recognize her. I don't even remember when she cared about anyone else but herself. I roll my eyes and go to start cooking. "I want the usual. Got it?" my mom says.

"Sure do," I say with a fake smile. I place all the ingredients and continue to cook the food. Once I'm done, I give my mom the plate and quickly put together something for me and my brother Logan to have and try to avoid having any other conversation with her. I have to leave in twenty five minutes so I grab our food. I quickly run upstairs and softly knock on Logan's door. "Logan?" I say.

"Yeah?" I hear and the door opens. My little brother appears in the doorway with his blonde hair all messed up from sleep.

"I brought you breakfast," I say as I hand him the food. His eyes immediately widen at the sight of the food and I chuckle.

"Thanks," He replies with a big smile on his face. He closes his door and I go into my room and eat my breakfast while picking out what to wear tonight. I'm so lucky I got this opportunity. My mom is going on some vacation thing and Logan's hanging out at his friends house tonight so I get a chance to get out tonight. Once I'm finished, I run into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. After that, I change into my light Hollister jeans and a grey tank top from Forever 21 with the words "Fighter by day" on the top that I picked out. I leave my almost blonde hair in its natural wavy state and I apply mascara and a small amount of lipgloss. I place my makeup bag and the extra set of clothes for tonight into my backpack as I grab it. I unplug my phone and quickly adjust my outfit. After I make sure I have everything, I quickly make my way to Logan's room. "Hey do you need a ride?" I ask him.

"No I'm walking with some friends. But thanks," he replies.

"Ok. Have fun. Love you," I say quickly before running downstairs and quickly sneaking out to my car before my mom notices. I really don't want to have any more of her crap ruin my day.

I feel so bad for Logan. It's hard for a thirteen year old to deal with shit like this. Some people don't think it's that big of a deal, but if you saw it through my eyes you'd understand. I was pretty much the same age as him when this started. My brother moved to Huntington Beach before any of this happened. I wish he took Logan with him because I know how tough this is for him. Our mom divorced our dad a few years ago. Our dad is living in LA right now. I remember before he left he told me that he'd come save me one day. It was always his dream to take us to LA and live by the beach so we could surf together and stuff, but our mom doesn't want him to get us. I honestly think she just wants us as her little slaves. That's all she does. She abuses us. Ive never told anyone about our mom leaving men at home and them getting sexual with me. Lots of random guys that she brings home have tried to rape me a lot, and my mother doesn't even care. I've wanted to move in with me when I was my dad ever since. Thomas promised me that if our dad couldn't come get us, that he would. "Don't worry my little angel," he said. "If dad can't come save you from all this horror, I'll come rescue you." Neither my dad nor my brother can afford to care for me and Logan, but I've remembered those words my whole live. They've kept me going.