broken

Chapter 7

Grace's POV

Watching the Star Wars movies with Peter was really fun. It took my mind of my bad nightmare that night. And, although I will NEVER admit this to Peter, Kylo Ren is pretty cute! 

It felt good to watch other people's messed up lives. That's what a movie is I've realized, stalking someone else's messed up life. 

Peter was really fun to hang out with.

 I looked back at the others, they were smiling. They were probably surprised I was, I never smile. After awhile, me and Peter got food. I ate some toast and fruit. 

I could tell that the Avengers were worried about me, by the looks they were giving me. I guess it makes sense, I look super skinny. I didn't eat much as a child, I didn't really get the chance. Thinking about my childhood reminded me of my dream.

I remember my dreams sadly, I guess they should be called nightmares. 

The last good dream I had was before my Mom died. 

When I finished eating, I learned that they have a training center here. I got up and went to my room to change into workout clothes, leggings and an old sweatshirt to cover my bruises. 

Now, I just have to figure out where it is. That's when I remembered JARVIS. 

"Hey JARVIS, do you know where the training room is?"

"Yes Ms. Grace, it is located two floors down." 

"Thanks." 

I left the room and headed to the training area. When I got there I was shocked. 

It was huge!

 There was a boxing ring, closed workout areas, exercise machines, and a punching bag. I decided to head for the punching bag, it would get my anger out. I saw a lot of extra ones on the floor, probably for the super soldier. 

I started to punch it, forgetting the hand guards. As I continued to punch, I felt my anger coming out slowly. 

I started to punch faster and faster. 

That's when the demons decided to have fun.

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I was walking home from school. I had to be home by 4:30, or I would be in trouble. When I opened the door, I looked at the clock. 4:33. 

Oh no. 

I heard my fathers voice before I could do anything. 

"Grace! Close the door and get in here!" 

I winced, here we go. I closed the door and went to the living room. 

"Why were you late?"

 "I'm so sorry father, I was walking home, and the road I normally take was closed, so I had to go the longer way, I am so sorry." 

He looked at me and smiled. "You really think saying I'm sorry will help? You are so stupid." 

He lunged at me and slapped me so hard I hit the ground. 

I felt the tears. 

No. 

I couldn't show weakness. I stood up and looked at him, with a look full of hatred. I could see the anger in his eyes as he grabbed me and pulled me into a room that he never opened.