I realize I didn't put an authors not at the start of the last two chapters, sorry. This could be quite long and will be a chapter out each time. Thanks if you reviewed it, but I can't reply because I need to find out how. Dumb person here.
CHAPTER 3
-Grace-
It was late when I got home since I'd refused the offer of those guys taking me home. Brad wasn't home yet, which gave me time to shower and hopefully have a short crying session before he got back. Nowadays, that was all I could do, because he didn't care if he hurt me, he would just laugh, shake his head and go grab himself a beer. He didn't care about me. Never had, never will.
It felt like ages as waited for the shower to heat up, my body was getting colder by the minute and I regretted stripping down to nothing almost as soon as I got into the bathroom. All I wanted -and desperately needed- to do was try and soothe the cuts and bruises that Brad had given me over the past week, and I would have had a bath instead if I'd had enough time. But, like always, I didn't.
I stepped into the shower, closing the huge glass door behind me until it clicked shut and I had a little time to myself. I let the water run over my longish blonde hair and down my back before I even thought of touching any part of my arm which had been stinging so much. - Yes, there was a few shards of glass stuck in there near my elbow, but I could pick them out once I'd had some painkillers, so it wouldn't be as bad. At least I hoped it wouldn't be.
Soon enough I'd finished my shower and started picking out the pieces of glass in my skin. At first, it had hurt, it still did, even with the amount of painkillers I'd taken, but Brad would be back soon and I couldn't afford to waste time thinking about any sort of pain. I was in my old pj's, one of the few pairs that wasn't completely ruined with blood stains and that I'd had to chuck out like a lot of my others. These were the warmest, and considering how cold it was for Britain in March this year, I figured I needed them.
I pulled out the last shard of glass. Only to hear Brad coming in the door..
"Grace! Get me a coffee, I need to change!" he yelled up the stairs. I sighed, pushing the box of -now bloody- tissues under my side of the bed to hide them before pulling down my sleeve and legging it downstairs, narrowly missing Brad on his way up.
After I got Brads coffee, I took it up stairs to the bedroom, placing it on his table and waiting till he got out the shower so I could finally go to sleep an wake up tomorrow, knowing I would have another day of work, almost another full day without Brad.
He came out of the shower, a towel wrapped round his waist, his hair damp and sticking to his face where he'd not dried it properly and his eyes tired from where he'd been 'working' -(if sitting and drinking coffee every fifteen minutes is working)- all day. In his mind he looked like fucking Johnny Depp, but to me right now, a drowned rat would have been more appealing. And I had to share a bed with this nob head.
He climbed into bed, now dry apart from his hair and completely naked. He thought I didn't mind, but I really, really did. He could do anything to me and not even bother having to take any of his clothes of before he did. Granted, I could probably kick him in the nuts and then run out of this place forever, but this was my only home, and I didn't have enough good friends to go and stay with them. - Maybe I could go live with the blonde dude who I met tonight?
I shook the thought out of my head. I would live on the streets - at least i'd be away from here.
