Hey, here is another something about Grace and Don. It is different than my other story, New York Southern Bell. Hope you like it.
Don's Secret
We pull up to the warehouse and get out of the car. With our vests on Mac, Danny, and I gather around the front door. I wait for everyone to be in place, and once all the exits are covered I count to three. When we get to three we bust the door down. As we do a sweep I go to the first door on the right. When I open it I see a woman chained to the wall, her brown hair covering her face. She looks beaten and covered in dirt. When I get closer I get a good look at her face.
"Sam!"
Sam picks her head up and her blue eyes look into my same color eyes.
"Donald, you have to find her. They took her."
I kneel down to her level.
"Who? Who was with you, Sam?"
Sam looks me in the eyes.
"Grace. They took her with them and left me here."
When I hear Grace's name my heart stops. I put my hand on Sam's face.
"Where were they going with her?"
Sam shakes her head at me. I grab her shoulders and shake her.
"Where, Sam? Where is she!"
"Don, man. Stop."
I feel Danny pull me away from Sam. He pushes me out of the room and to the main opening itself. As I start to move back and front in front of Danny I run my hand though my hair. I can still see Grace standing there, welcoming me home from work, with her red-brown hair that curls to her shoulders and her green-blue eyes that sparkle with mischief.
"Don, talk to me, man. It is me, Danny. Who is Grace?"
The sound of Danny's voice pulls me from those happy times.
"We found someone. Call a bus!"
I turn and run to them. Once I got there my heart stops at what I see. Grace sits on the ground; the only thing covering her is what looks like a coat one of the cops gave her. Next to her in her hand is a gun. She has a glazed look on her face. In front of her is a dead body. He matches the guy we were looking for: John Vaga known for drug and human trafficking. He looks like every other person on the street. He has well-cut sandy blond hair with a cashmere sweater, khaki pants, and leather shoes. I walk around the body and kneel in front of her.
"Grace, honey, look at me. Come on, baby, that's it."
Grace's eyes focus and look at me.
"Don."
Her voice sounds so raw, most likely from screaming. She looks around. She grabs my shirt.
"Sam! Where is Sam!"
I pull her to me.
"She is ok. Sam is safe."
She nods her head on my chest. When I hear some movement going on behind me, I look over my shoulder to see the paramedics have shown up. I pull her away from me to look at her.
"They're going to look you over, ok?"
She nods her head. I step back and watch them looking her over. They put her on a stretcher and load her onto the ambulance. I try to get in with her but they stop me.
"Sir, you can't come."
I turn to him.
"I have to get in there."
"Sir, you can't."
Before I can say anything else Grace speaks up.
"Don I will meet you there. Ok"
I look at her. She has a pleased look on her face.
"Fine."
When they don't leave I turn to the man who stopped me from getting in.
"What are you waiting for?"
He nods his head behind me. I turn to see Mac walking my sister to us. When Sam looks up she gets a good look at Grace.
"Grace!"
Sam pulls away Mac and runs to Grace. When she gets to Grace she hugs her around her waist.
"You're ok! God, I thought they killed you."
Grace hugs Sam back as Sam begins to cry.
"Hey, shush, it is ok, Sam. We are ok."
I watch as my sister and the woman of my heart try to comfort each other. When the doors close I watch as they leave the scene. I am pulled from my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Danny standing there with a confused look on his face.
"Don, man, who is Grace?"
I sigh.
"Not now. I will tell you when we get to the hospital. Ok, man?"
Danny nods his head. We all three get in the car to head to where Grace and my sister are.
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Well, there you go. Here is a different story about Grace and Don. Tell me what you think. Do you like this story better than the other one?