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

Child's play, old memories

(Children singing)

One, Two, buckle my shoe.

Three, four, knock at the door.

Five, six, pick up sticks

Seven, eight, lay them out straight.

Nine, ten, a big fat hen.

Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve.

Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting.

Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen.

Seventeen, eighteen, Maids in waiting.

Nineteen, twenty, My plate's empty.

Girls giggling, playing hopscotch, bloody mary, double dutch and pickup sticks. (Girls in background skipping and singing....)

When I was in the kitchen doing a bit of stitching in came the bogeyman and knocked ne right out

One..Two...Three...Four....Five.....Six......Seven..... Eight.....Nine.....Ten......)

The Boys, well they were playing football, play fighting, running round the playground and playing tag.

Then there was me, sat in a corner reading a book by myself, it didn't bother me, I like the peace and quite, I wasn't 100% popular but I wasn't classed as a nerd either. 

I was accepted by whatever group I decided I wanted to be with that day, I guess that's were I learnt to blend in when necessary, a bit like a chameleon.

I remember this one kid, I don't exactly remember his name, dark brown eyes and dark black hair to match, pale skin. He never really fitted in, but then again he didn't really want to. He was funny, mysterious, people called him the bad seed. 
His parents didn't help the matter though, he wasn't around for longer than a few years before he was pulled out of school and I never saw him again.

I liked him though, I don't know what made me think about him now, as this dream came back to me.

It was lunch time, we had all had our dinner and we were all on the top play ground, well if you can call it that, just concrete with spray paint if ladders game, for hopscotch.
I sat in a corner reading a book, as I hear shouting, most of the girls still playing hopscotch, taking no notice, half the boys no longer playing football, they were crowded round into a circle.

I felt my heart race so fast. Something made me drop my book and run, pushing my way through the crowd, I see 3 lads, mike, James and Liam... They were kicking and punching someone on the ground, I lost it, I saw red. 

I don't know why but all I remember is just jumping up, pulling people back so i could get further into a group of people who were behind him, I punched one another braking his nose, yes I heard him cry for his mama, i pushed the 2nd into the crowd and grabbed the leg of the 3rd boy, who was about to kick the person on the floor, making him fall on his ass with a huge bump.

I fell to my knees to see the boy with the dark hair and the brown muddy eyes look up at me as I swiped his hair from his face, as he lay in the fetal position on the floor. 

I turned and I screamed, your all a bunch of pansy's, 3 of you's on one, kicking and punching him when he's already down, everyone backed off looking scared, as I felt my temper rise.

I didn't care, as I looked back at the boy holding out my hand, which he grabbed slowly unsure of whether or not to trust me. 

It's okay I promise, I just going to help you clean up. I smile at him, he gave me the most wonderful smile I had ever seen. As I pull him up with me, leading into the changing rooms. I sorry they did that I said to him as I came to sit next to him with some wet paper towels.

He gave me this cheeky grin and kissed my cheek whispering thank you, it was so quite if I weren't any closer I would of thought I had imagined it.

It's amazing what you can remember when unconscious in a hospital bed  I hated this smell, I thought as I drifted back off to sleep to more memories that I would rather forget.

Teaching my little brother derick to surf as my father taught me, I remember his laughing and giggling as he held onto me for his dear life, as a wave was coming closerm oh how I miss that sound, I wish to hear just once more.

The memories of my parents, smiling so proudly, how i was good at everything that i set my mind to, sports, mainly gymnastics and dancing, music, and singing, I use to love entertaining people at the meetings that my parents held. 

That was before it all came crashing down,  everything I ever knew, everyone I knew, my life change in an instant. But what hurt the most wasn't losing my parents.

Oh no.... I was taught from a young age that, that was possible, it was my little baby brother. my baby brother, that I was supposed to look out for him care for him and protect him, but I was too far away to follow anything.. I felt angry.

And now, now I want revenge for everything and everyone who was taken away from me, even if that means losing myself in the process of getting what I want, what I needed.

???? Grace.... Grace wake up please..... I can hear the voice upset and crying, I can hear the machines beep, but I just can't seem to open my eyes. I'm not ready yet, I think as I drifted back towards another forgot memory....