Loved to Death ~ A #Gracy/Cube SMP Short Story

Chapter Five : Or Else..

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Stacy's POV

Tears streamed down my face as Brayden held me down on the bed, his hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream, and his other hand on my throat.

"You are going to stop loving that dipsh*t, and you're going to let me f*ck you and get you pregnant. And when you give birth, we'll get married and be happy. But at home, your only job will be to keep the house neat and tighty, take care of your husband, and spit out lots of babies that'll take the place of you, the housewife after you're too old and weak and worthless. But I'll get you pregnant and make you give birth until that one time when you're too old to manage giving birth, and your last moments will be painful and miserable. And that's the tea, darlin'. And if you say a damn word to a soul, I will have your head. I will also have it if you're not carrying a baby by the end of this trip."

He finally let me go, and left.

I couldn't believe what I just heard.

I sobbed, and cried. And sobbed, and cried. I buried my face in a pillow, and jumped a mile when someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Graser, and hugged him tight. The problem was...

Do I dare say anything?

"Stacy, what's wrong?! What did that jerk do to you, sweetheart?! What did he do?!" "Dude, calm down. I just asked her about her dog, Page who apparently isn't doing well." Rusher claimed, leaning on the doorway. "I'm not that stupid, Brayden. I know Stacy loves her pets, but she wouldn't get this upset." Graser said, anger in his voice. ".. Fine. If you don't believe me, that's on you." Rusher said, leaving. "Stacy, I'm serious, tell me." Graser begged.

I believed that Rusher meant what he said, and I kept quiet. Graser laid with me, and hugged me tight. But that night, there was no way I was sleeping by myself.

"Graser?" I asked. "Yes, Stacy?" "Can.. Can I sleep with you.. tonight?" I asked. "Of course, sweetheart. I'd prefer that too."

I snuggled up with him in his bed as we watched tv. I was just so afraid by what Rusher said. I have a feeling he means it.

Does my future only consist of pregnancy, babies, abuse, and being a housewife?

I buried my face in Graser's chest, and eventually fell asleep like that. And thank gosh, a few other friends arrived to break up the horrible vibes going around.

Really, the only ones I could trust were Shelby, Will's girlfriend Emily, Maddie, Bee, and William himself. As a matter of fact, maybe I need to talk to him.

I can trust him to keep a secret.. right? If I wanna get this off my chest without causing a war, maybe he's the answer to that problem.

"Will?" I asked, going up to him. "Hey, Stacy. What's up?" "Um.. can me and you.. um.." ".. Yeah?" "Can we have a talk? .. Alone?" "... Sure.."

We went in the third and empty guest bedroom, and sat on the bed. "What's the deal?" Will asked. "William.. out of everyone here besides Graser.. I trust you the most. And.. can you please promise me that you won't say anything about this?" I asked. "Of course."

I went and explained everything, and was in tears by the time I finished. "... Stacy, you can't let him get away with that. You need to tell the police." Will said. "But he said-" "Babe. What's going on here?" Brayden asked, coming in the room. He came over to me, and went to grab my hand but I sat next to Will, and leaned on him. "Ohh. Ok. So now Wee Willy William is your boo?" "Leave her alone, Rusher. If you really want her, why not try to be nice to her? Cause always being over someone's shoulder is definitely not considered 'nice.'" "... Fine." He said, and left.