give me love ✧ max mills

ten | anxious

g r a c e

"i currently had on a sweatshirt, which was big but still showed my baby bump, some nike sweatpants, and had fuzzy socks on. #ootd goals right?

it's currently a little bit after nine a.m. i'm up so early because i woke up at five with pains and a sick stomach. life's peachy.

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i heard yelling. a lot of yelling. and something breaking. is my mum alright? a man's voice raging along with my mums terrorized voice mixed together made a horrific ramble of yelling.

i quickly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to see a drunken version of my dad pointing a finger at my mom as she was backing away in terror. "dad?" i stupidly called out. he turned around quickly and thrusted himself towards me. he had a stench of liquor mixed with musk. this can't possibly be my dad.

"ahhhh..th-there you are..you lit-little skank that calls herself my...my dau-daughter," he said with an evil grin and laughter. "what? i'm not a-a skank!" i replied, backing away from him. he grabbed my wrist and held it tight. i winced in pain. "dad? stop, please," i replied, trying to stay calm. he laughed treacherously and looked down at my stomach.

"so the little devil's growin' then?" he asked, poking my stomach. nah-uh honey. i kicked his ankle, making him yelp and sink down onto the floor. reflexes? i then grabbed my mum's arm and rushed us up the stairs. right as we reached my room and locked the door, my dad's horrific footsteps were pounding up the stairs.

my mum looked terrified. "i'm calling the police okay?" i told her, grabbing my phone and dialing the police's number. she nodded and stared at the door as if she could stop all of this. there was banging at my door as my dad yelled through to us. "i know you're in there! come o-out n-now," his drunken voice rang out.

just then a woman came onto the phone and asked what my emergency was. "my dad's drunk and is threatening us while trying to break into my room.." i replied, praying that they wouldn't see this as a joke or a minor event. "okay mam, is anyone else there?" she asked. "um y-yes, my mum is in my room with me," i replied, looking at my mum. "okay miss. the police are on their way and will be there shortly," she replied politely and calmly. "thank you so much," i said to her as i got off the phone.

"mum, everything's going to be okay. the police are coming," i whispered to her. she just nodded and hugged me with one arm as my dad's yelling and banging raged on.

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after what seemed like 20 minutes, but was only five, the police showed up with their sirens blaring and spinning around and barged in through our downstairs door, shouting that they were armed. my dad laughed loudly as footsteps came up the stairs in a small group. i hugged my mum tightly.

"what's th-this?" my dad drunkenly asked as handcuffs snapped and the police told us it was okay. i soon opened my door to see one of the officers standing outside my door. "hello miss. was anyone hurt?" he asked, looking at my room to see my mum. i shook my head but stopped as he pushed past me to my mum.

she was nodding and removed her hand from her left side. a large gash was torn through her shirt as a pool of blood soaked her clothes and part of my bed. her hands were covered in it. how could i've not noticed this? my mum was hurt the whole time.

an ambulance was waiting outside as they loaded my mum up into a stretcher. she had an oxygen mask covering her face as i ran beside her. "hey, everything's going to be okay," i told her. she gave a weak smile and her eyes shut.

they put her into the ambulance quickly and drove away, telling me not to come with them. i didn't understand it, but they said they didn't have room.

tears stained my cheeks as they pulled away. right as they left, i saw harvey sprinting towards me. "grace!" he yelled as he enveloped me in a much-needed hug. i have into him and sobbed. "what happened?" he asked into my neck.

"my dad showed up d-drunk harvey. he hurt my mum and was arrested," i replied, fighting not to cry any harder, if it was possible. he hugged me tighter.

"it's okay grace. max is coming too, i just called him while i was running towards your house. i was coming to hang with you, but i mean..this happened," he said as he pulled away.

"grace!" i heard max call out. both harvey and i looked around and saw him running over to us from his car.

he enveloped me in a warm hug. "m-max, you're here.." i replied thankfully. "i'll always be here," he said as he kissed my forehead. harvey filled him in on the story and i told him about my mum and the ambulance not letting me go.

"i hate to ask this right now grace, but are-are they okay?" max asked while touching my stomach. i nodded. "they're fine. i promise," i replied. he sighed with relief as harvey got into the passenger seat of max's car.

"c'mon guys! let's go to the hospital already!" he yelled at max and i. we ran over as i got in the back and max jumped in and cranked the car. he then pulled out of my driveway, passing by all of the neighborhood people who'd shown up out of curiosity.

i looked out the window as we drove to the hospital, scared and anxious the whole ride there.