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Saving Grace

Beletrie

Richie planned to kill himself. So, he got drunk, got on top of a bridge, and just when he got up the courage to jump, something extraordinary happened: Grace Upton. Wild, reckless and beautifully broken, Grace manages to talk him off the ledge and...

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"I can't believe you just did that," I snapped. "What the fuck is wrong with you? She was an old woman! A grandmother!"

"She was in the way," Grace defended, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"In the way," I scoffed, looking at road ahead as the skyscrapers and the city lights faded in the rear view mirror. "I don't even know who you are anymore."

"Maybe because you never knew me in the first place."

"Don't fucking lie to me. I knew exactly who you were."

"Yeah right."

"You were smart," I said. "Wild and fearless. You loved life. But you were scared, too. Scared of loving me, scared of your past, of your future. You lived in the moment because you were terrified that if you got attached to anything or anyone else then they would be taken from you."

"Shut up, Richie."

"You made these 'friends' that you didn't care about, fucked people you didn't love, went through life one party after another because you were running away."

"Shut up!"

"You were running away!" I screamed. "And you know what? I think you were running away from him."

Grace, knuckles white and foot pressed to the floor, side-glanced me. I leaned forward, the darkness of the midnight road seeping in.

"You were running from Jack," I said. "Because you loved him, and that scared you, so you pushed him away. You lied to him. You hurt him. And you couldn't handle the guilt, so you ran. But then he came for you, and you realised you couldn't run anymore."

Grace's eyes, glassy and wounded, stared at me with such intensity, such love and hate. Then she slammed on the brakes. The car squealed, tires screeching against the asphalt, smoke billowing up into the starry night. I grabbed the dash. The car jerked to a stop.

"Get out."

I looked at her, eyes wide.

"What?"

"Get out!" She screamed.

"Grace, we're in the middle of nowhere!"

"I said get out! Get the fuck out!"

I shook my head, lips pursed.

"Fine! Fuck you then!"

I climbed out of the car, slammed the door.

"Don't call me for help when he fucking finds you!"

Grace slammed her foot on the accelerator and tore down the highway, leaving me in a cloud of smoke and dust, which drifted down and settled on my cool tear-stained cheeks.