Having Grace

1.

Grace's P.O.V

I stayed curled up on the couch outside my room. I've been here since Friday, coming home after that horrible incident. I stayed laying in the open upstairs lounge room.

The inside balcony over the stairs travelled up the noise from downstairs.

I heard my mother walk by sometimes, or my father, since he had a heavy foot step.

Hope came over on Sunday and spent the day cheering me up. She got a couple laughs out off me through the day.

"Will apologises for not coming, he had a shift on today." Hope said as she got up off the couch.

I nodded, letting her know it's okay. Hope went down the stairs and sat at the kitchen bench.

"What happened?" I heard her ask mum.

"I don't know darling. She came home Friday morning, all upset."

"Would it have anything to do with Thursday night?"

My eyes widened. Thursday night? When Roman broke Dom's nose. I haven't even checked my social media. I couldn't be bothered. I felt so lonely. I felt they were so fake right now.

Dean had spent the day with me yesterday, snuggled up on the couch with me and we watched movies. He didn't mention Thursday night.

"We have something to tell you." Mum said to Hope.

"Really?"

"Come." My ears pricked and I became interested. I took the blanket off and went around the balcony but I couldn't hear anything.

I had socks on my feet and I quickly went to the stairs, gently taking each step slowly.

I went to the formal dining room. I leaned against the wall, hidden from mum and Hopes back's.

"So he is letting you stay here?"

"Yes." Mum replied.

"No rent?"

"No."

"No money at all?"

"No." I heard mum laugh. I frowned. Why is she laughing? Why would she be so happy? I didn't want to listen any more. Mum is just telling Hope what she told me the other day.

Hope usually comes over on the weekends and sometimes it gets so hectic, that we don't get to share everything.

I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge and dug out some leftovers.

Mum came out to the kitchen, surprised to see me in the fridge.

"Darling, I'll do that for you." Mum rushed to me.

"It's okay. I can do it." I said as I put the food in the microwave.

"How are you doing?" Mum asked me as Hope came out.

"Better." I answered her.

"What happened?" Hope asked me.

"What do you know?" I eyed her suspiciously.

"That your beau got in to a fight." Hope smiled.

My beau? "There was a fight." I confirmed as I watched mum. "Wait, who is my beau?"

Hope ignored me as the microwave went off.

I pulled out last night's dinner of roast chicken and sat at the bar stool.

"Roman made me go home, Thursday night."

Mum frowned.

"His home." I corrected myself.

I took a bite of the chicken and chewed it.

"Is that why you came home Friday morning so upset?" Mum asked me.

I shook my head and dad joined us at the kitchen.

"Hey sweetheart. How are you?" Both mum and Hope shushed him, waiting for me to continue.

"No. I started walking home. I," I paused as I shivered. "I, got trapped by some blokes."

"What?" All three said.

"It's okay." I nodded, pushing a potato around. I had only one bite and I lost my appetite.

"How's it okay?" Mum shrieked. I saw dads face redden.

"A police officer stopped them before anything happened. But just in time."

"Oh darling." Mum wrapped her arms around me. "But how did Roman manage to drop you off?"

"He saved me." Was all I said as I shrugged. I pushed the plate away from me.

Mum rubbed my shoulders.

"Go on. Tell me the I told you so." I sighed at her.

"Pardon?"

"The I told you there were bad people in the world. Because believe me those people had bad intentions on their minds."

Mum hugged me even tighter. "Oh no darling. I wouldn't do that. Ever since you were born, you saw the world in a different colour to the rest of us. Many people see the world in black and white, grey or a couple colours." Mum smiled at me as she stroked my hair. "You saw it for all its beauty's. For all its good. You never saw the bad and evil and therefore you didn't believe it existed."

I smiled at her as she pushed the plate to me and I ate some more chicken.

"Gracie, sweetheart, there's something we need to tell you." Dad said to me.

"I was telling your sister, but now you are both together, we'll tell you now." Mum added.

I chewed on some potatoes as I listened.

"We found out who bought the house."

My heart dropped again. "Are they making us move?" I asked quietly.

"No dear. He is letting us stay for however long we want, remember? I told you on the phone."

There was to be a catch. There always is. I'm starting to see it more and more.

"What is the catch?" I asked in a flat tone.

"Sweetheart there is no catch." Dad answered me. I don't believe this.

"So who owns the house?" I asked my parents as I could feel their excitement radiate off them. I picked up another piece of chicken and went to put it in my mouth.

"Us!" Mum squealed.

"What?" I frowned, my fork still in my hand, chicken long gone, fallen off the fork.

Dad put a piece of paper in front of me. "We own the house. These are the deeds." I looked at the paper back to dad.

"How? I don't understand." I suddenly sighed. "Please don't tell me that I have to marry someone again!"

Hope exploded in laughter. I looked at her, confused. That's it. I've made my mind up. This world is mad.

"Who bought the house though? Who bought it and apparently gave you the deeds, the ownership, out off the goodness of their heart? Asking for nothing in return? Because I don't believe in that any more. It's all a loud of crap." I waved my fork at my parents.

Dad pointed to a signature on the document.

Is that...

I dropped my fork in shock as my mouth hung open.

"Roman Parker did."

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The first chapter is done for Having Grace.

This picks up immediately after Wanting Grace.

Enjoy

LJ