This Crazy Life

Chapter 18

Gracie's POV:

Luke smiles down at me. I fell in love with that smile, now it makes me want to throw up blood. Seeing all of them here looking so smug has me this close to picking up a golf club and practicing my shots with their balls. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" I ask and cross my arms.

"Come on Gracie. Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" Luke says, taking a step closer to me. Ben and Blake snicker like idiots. I'm still wearing the Bastille T and I try my best to not let the scars on my wrist show. 

"Get over yourself, Luke. Looking at your face seriously makes me want to throw up blood. You have two minutes to turn around and walk out or I'll have security escort you." 

"Fine, we'll use your two minutes wisely." I sounded strong, but the sight of Luke standing two feet in front of me makes my bones tremble. He steps closer, and puts an arm around my shoulder. I can't breathe.

"Gracie, we need your help. You know that beautiful british girl you always hang around?" Emmie. These bastards came here for Emmie. "Ben wasn't quite done with her yet. He wants to see her again, he wants to spend a little more... time with her." Luke smirks. I gag. "We know you know where she is. And if you make us come back to this God foresaaken place," he gestures around the room. "And ask you twice, things are going to get very ugly." He moves his hand until it's resting on the back of my neck, his nails digging into my skin. He presses harder, and harder, and harder. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. 

"Where is she Gracie?" 

I shake my head. "You sick bastards. I'll never tell you where she is, you can search the whole freaking world and you'll never find her. I hope you all rot in hell." 

He presses harder still. I can feel blood pooling around his hand. I'm just about to cry for help when he releases me and turns to his stupid friends. I turn around and try to run towards security on the other side of the huge room, but he grabs my arm. I whirl back around and slap my hand as hard as I possibly can across his face, using my long nails to cut open his skin. He stumbles back in agony and I send a hard kick to his groin. He collapses in a heap on the ground. 

Blake and Ben rush towards me at the same time. Blake slaps me, and Ben sends a good punch to my ribs. I fall, and feel someone's foot connect with my head. The world gets really fuzzy, and my ears won't stop ringing. Then everything goes black.

Taylor's POV:

Towards the end of the meet and greet, Shawn walks over to me and pulls me aside. "What's up bro?" I ask him.

"Do you see that guy in the blue shirt over by Gracie?" He points to an athletic looking teen in Gracie's line, right behind the boy who is talking to her.

"What about him?"

"He was the one who threw the party that Gracie went to on Friday night, his name is Blake. I have a really bad feeling about who his friends might be. Look at Gracie's face," her lower lip is trembling slightly, and so are her hands. 

"Wait, how do you know who that is?" I ask. 

"It's kind of a long story and this relaly isn't the time or the place for it. We need to do something about them right now." He looks anxious. Shawn hardly ever looks anxious. 

"Alright. I'll go get security you keep an eye on them." I start walking across the room to the muscled men in yellow shirts. Thank the sweet Lord for security. 

I'm just about to reach them when screaming and yelling from Gracie's corner. I turn to see her on the ground, surrounded by a very scary pool of blood. The boy that Shawn pointed out positions his foot next to her skull. He kicks. Hard.