Saving Grace

Meet Grace Young. She's nineteen and seems to be living the perfect life until tragedy strikes. Her closest companion,her mom, dies in a car accident. Her father and brother are devastated until her dad decides that being a drunk asshole is the perfect way to deal with his wife's death. Everyday Grace comes home to her dad and brother fighting or arguing. One day their fighting takes a fatal turn. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse she loses another important person in her life. Mom and brother in the midst of 2 months. Then things get even worse when her dad begins abusing her. Then there's a boy who moves in next door who seems to shine a light of hope for Grace. He wants to help her but he doesn't know how. Will he be Saving Grace?

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2. Tragedy After Tragedy Pt.2

Grace's Pov

 I walked down the sidewalk with my head facing the floor. The house that used to be so bright and beautiful was now dark, gray, and somewhere that I didn't want to be. I walked up the driveway and opened the door with shaky hands. I walked inside where my dad was sitting on the couch chugging down a beer. I walked past him and went to kitchen. I checked the cupboards and refrigerator for food even though I knew I wouldn't find any. My dad never leaves the house.

 I sighed and went up the stairs to Jason and I's room where he was laying back on his bed throwing a ball into the air. I walked over to him he threw the ball to the floor. "Hey Gracie" he said smiling up at me. I plopped down on the bed and laid next to him. "Hey Jace" I laid my head on his arm. "I gotcha something" he said grabbing a bag from next to him. I sniffed the air. "Chinese?!" I said excitedly.

"Shh" he said chuckling. We sat up and pulled out our food. I had shrimp fried rice and Chinese ribs. Jason had the same thing but with chicken fried rice.

"Mmm" I said taking a bite out of my food. "Thanks bro! You get pretty bored if peanut butter and jelly is your everyday meal" I said. 

He nodded in agreement. We ate for a while longer before my dad barged in clearly drunk and stumbling. He pointed a finger at me. "You! I told you to wash my fucking car stupid ass bitch" he slurred. I shook my head.

"N-no you didn't" I said in a shaky voice.

"What the hell did you just say to me!?" He yelled at me. "Stupid bitch! You better respect me in my fucking house! I'm sick of you dragging your lazy ass through this house you better do some serious shaping up" he hissed.

"Your house. I pay bills with Jason. You sit around sucking down beer all day. If anyone in my house is lazy it you" I yelled. Then I immediately regretted it because he raised his hand like he was going to hit me. I covered my face with my hands and waited for the impact that never came.

I looked up and Jason had Dad by the arm. Dad was wrestling with him and got his arm loose. He knocked a clean blow to Jason's jaw. I screamed and jumped back.

"STOP!" I screamed." You do this everyday!!" I yelled.  

 Jason shoved Dad and now they were in the hallway. Jason punched dad right in the nose and then in his stomach. Dad kneed Jason in his stomach and he doubled over in pain. 

"Jason!" I cried. "You're hurting him!" I screamed at my dad.

When Jason got close to the stairs my dad kicked him in the stomach sending him half tumbling half flying down the stairs. I screamed and raced after him. When I reached the bottom of the stairs he was taking quick short breaths and was coughing up blood. I laid his head in my lap as my vision got blurred. I stroked his bloody hair and spoke to him.

"Don't die on me Jace please I need you" I sobbed. "I can't lose you" 

Before he took his last breath he said "Behind the picture" I was too said to be confused.

I screamed at my dad who watched with a blank face from the top of the stairs. "Do you see what you've done! You killed him!" I sobbed. My dad just shrugged and carried Jason's body to the car. We drove him to the hospital and I filed a police report.

 

 

Later that night at the hospital, Jason was pronounced dead.  My dad didn't get arrested because the cops said he had a right to use self defense. That night before I went to bed I stared at a picture frame that had a picture of me and Jason at the park swinging together. I thought about his last words. I opened the frame and a letter fell out.

Dear Gracie, 

The bastard actually killed me. Look find a way out. I have money in bottom of the box with all your jewelry. I don't want you to give up on yourself. I love you so much. I will always be with you. Don't cry for me. I'm in a better place now. Promise me that you will try to leave and get away from him. I'm so sorry that this had to happen. But I knew it was coming. I'm always going to be with you. Everything I once owned is yours. EVERYTHING. You're going to have to remember that. I'm sorry for leaving you with no one to keep you warm at night. You are never alone. Remember that. And please please remember to leave. Now that I'm gone he won't hold back in trying to hurt you. Don't ever think that this is your fault. I never meant for this to happen. I wrote this letter just in case it actually happened and it did but I love you regardless. I love you too much. I'll miss my Gracie

Love, Jason A.K.A Jace

 

My hands shook and I was beyond crying by now. I went to sleep wearing his pajamas and hugging the letter to my chest

 

 

 

 

 

 

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