💜Grace💜
I woke up but Troy wasn't next to me. It's Sunday so he's not at work. I got out of bed and tripped over the cover. Not watching where I was going. "That's one way to wake up.", I heard Troy say. I looked and saw him holding Hazel. I got up and went to them. I grabbed Hazel and held her then laid on Troy so he could hold me.
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Me:Yeah I was just getting back to you.
Dr.Taylor:The dna we found on your underwear matches 10 other cases these past two months. We have more than enough stuff to put him away. If you would like to come forward and talk to the police it would make the case stronger.
Me:I just want to get that chapter over with Dr.Taylor. I'm trying to move on and I won't be able to if I go backwards.
Dr.Taylor:I totally understand. If you change your mind please get in contact with me.
Me:I will.
Dr.Taylor:Have a nice day.
Me:Thank you, you too.We hung up and I just sat there. "Hazel just fell asleep.", I heard Troy say as he flopped down. "How it go?", he asked.
"He said it's 10 other cases with the same dna.", I said barely above a whisper. "He asked if I wanted to come forward and make the case stronger. What should I do?", I asked looking at him.
"What do you think you should do? And before you say it no I'm not making you do this alone but you're the only one who knows what you can handle. Can you handle going to court? Can you handle seeing him again? Can you handle telling people what happened?"
"Yeah. No. I don't know."
"You got time.", he said before kissing my head.
💙Troy💙
I got some vacation days, about a months worth. I'm thinking about taking a trip with my girls. About two weeks. I would say just Grace but I don't think Hazel will do good for more than two days without us. I don't know where we could go though.
While I was thinking Hazel started crying. She probably wants her bottle. I slowly and softly pushed Grace off of my chest then went and gave her her bottle. She knocked right back out. "Stop! Troy help!", I heard Grace scream. I jogged to our room closing Hazel's door as I did. Hopefully she don't wake her.
When I made it Grace was trying to pull something off of her in her sleep. She just ripped her shirt. "Grace baby wake up.", I said shaking her. Her eyes shot open. "You're ok baby.", I said holding her. "I want you to talk to a therapist baby.", I said.
"Okay.", she said nodding her head holding me tight.
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Teen FictionGrace Marie Ross is in her last year of high school. Her life isn't perfect and she hates it. She isn't bullied are school, she's ignored. She's abused at home by her moms boyfriend while her mom works her ass off. She's depressed. She's insecure. S...