Is it love? Grace's story 🔞 Adam or Owen?

Marco.... Polo

The truth is.... The truth is, I didn't want to know why he treated me the way he did, honestly i had bigger things on my mind, it was still reeling on the subject of this guy derrick. 

He reminded me of my baby brother who died in a car accident mere hours after our parents died, as he was being escorted to the hospital to meet me, after I was caught exiting the building by the fbi, I was stood frozen after seeing my parents killed right in front of me,they were gone, killed, shot dead, my heart stopped shattered into a million tiny piece. 

My brother, He was 2 years younger than me, and the sweetest, most caring child you could ever meet, all I ever wanted was to keep him safe, wrap him up and keep him innocent, he was my baby brother, an hour after I was sat stunned from the events which had unfolded under my very eyes, a women from the first sat I  front of me saying she was very sorry, but on the way to the hospital the car my brother was in was involved in a accident with abother car who the police were chasing, my brother died instantly, he felt no pain. I was numb, in a matter of hours in had lost my whole family from my life.

The day my parents died he was suppose to have been with us, but he had been ill with a high temperature, and vomiting.

So we left him behind with a babysitter as we attended yet another rally and protest, freeing animals who were being used for testing for new products that these companies wanted to put onto the market, my parents being the leaders of the organisation.

My job as always, when it came to these events was to get inside and free the animals while the protesters were to destracting everyone from me being able to sneak in, and get out.

Thanks to my training in gymnastics and ballet, I was able to manoeuvre into place with ease, and avoid the cameras.

Which lead me to work for half the people I work for today.

I sigh out loud at the thought of this guy, bringing back memories of my brother as we played Marco polo, when we were in school, I made sure he was okay, I would shout Marco and he would reply polo if he was fine, everyone knew who he was, and not to mess with my little derrick.

What's wrong matt asks as we finish the last of the project for this new company.

Nothing I say grimly staring at my screen, and back at my phone, my chin resting on the palm of my hand while tapping the pen in my desk with the other.

Okay princess, he sighs. tell uncle matt what's wrong. I shake my head as I look down at my phone for the millionth time today.

What did he do? Do I need to kick his ass? I will if he's done something.  I sigh again unable to smile at his loyal gesture. 

Coffee? I ask, trying to avoid the inevitable, leaving him looking worried as I don't give him time to answer, as I grab my phone with one hand placingit inmy pocket and both cups with the other.

?? Penny for your thoughts said a voice from behind me, making me jump as I wait for the coffee machine.

Hey Colin, I say with a sigh.

Okay, what did the idiot do now? He says as he crosses his arms over his chest waiting on my answer.

I shake my head, and look at thw groubd avoiding his eyes. Can we for once not talk about him, I heard your going to the music festival?! I say quickly trying to change the subject.

Okay, fine have it your way, yeah we are. I spoke to the organiser this morning, it's next month isn't it? Hey, how did you know? he looks at me tilting his head sideways, and squinting.

Oh, we always go every year, I just mentioned your band to a mate who works with the organisation. I say grinning as I swop the cups in the coffee machine.

Why do i get the feeling your not telling me everything my dear grace?! He says smirking as my phone rings, I look at the unknown number flashing on guess screen, saved by the call.

Sorry my dear boy Spencer, I need to answer this, I say trying to smile as I walk away.

Yep? I say abruptly.

It's me. He says I recognise the voice a mile away.

What do you want ash? I say pinching my nose between my fore finger and index as I sigh.

We need to talk, it's important.

I can't right now, I busy till the moon turns blue.

Yeah I know that you don't want to see me  grace but i would nit call but its important please, i need to see you tonight I text you, time and place he says sounding upset.

Fine, tonight,  I quickly reply before disconnecting the call feeling agitated by how he thinks he can click his fingers and I, as always will go running, I don't think so I'm not the same little girl I use to be.

I return grabbing the coffees, noticing Colin looking worried.

You know you can always talk to me you know? I know I don't talk much but I am a good listener.

Wow, I think. It makes a change more than a few sentences from the great Colin Spencer but I refrain from commenting more than a thanks, as I turn and leave him, returning to Matt. 

No offence but I'd rather keep myself to myself, I was supposed to get this close to anyone while I had a job to do, information I needed to get this just makes it worse. I think to myself as u place matt cup beside him, I take a seat, as I hear him say thanks, I can feel his eyes on me waiting to talk, but I'm not in the mood.

As I take my seat i return to my computer to check I saved my work to the cloud, just as the computers go blank and come back up with a masked person starts talking. 

Oh shit....I think to myself.