Chapter 13

Gracie's POV

"Daddy your not going to believe me."

he groaned "Of course I will."

"I don't want him to kill me."

"Gracie just tell me."

"Uncle Nate."

"UNCLE NATE DID THIS TO YOU?" I nodded.

He got out his phone, and dialed a number. "Dad, it's me, um is Nate at the house… okay we will be right there."

he hung up and looked at me. "Come on."

"no, I don't want to go he's going to hurt me."

he pulled me gently off the bed. "Gracie I won't let him."

"do you promise?"

"yeah baby girl I promise, now let's go."

we got in the hummer and we drove to Grandma's and Grandpa's which was right down the road. He held my hand and we walked in.

Grandma came over to us. "what are you guys doing here?"

My dad was clenching his jaw. "Where's Nate?"

"in the basement why what's going on?"

"NATHAN!" my dad screamed.

Grandma looked at him confused. "Randy why are you yelling."

he was about to say something but Nate came in followed by Aunt Becky and Grandpa.

Nate looked sternly at me, then looked at My dad "What's going on Randy?" I looked up at my dad and his veins were popping out of his neck.

He tackled Nate to the ground and started beating the crap out of him. Grandma and Aunt Becky kept yelling at him to stop, but he wouldn't listen.

Finally Grandpa separated them and Nate's face was bleeding.

Grandpa looked at my dad. "What the hell is your problem?"

"LOOK AT GRACIE'S ARMS!" Grandpa came over to me and I showed him my arms. He gasped and tears were forming in my eyes.

He shot his eyes at Nate. "you are A SICK BASTARD!"

Nate looked at the ground. "I didn't do that to her."

my dad looked at him with the viper look. "why the fuck would she lie about that?"

"because she just wants attention, because you've been gone so long."

I looked at my dad and it looked like he was thinking about what he said.

I spoke up. "look at my arms, why the fuck won't you believe me I knew this was going to happen." I ran out with tears streaming down my face.

I heard everyone calling my name but I just kept running. I didn't know where I was, it was getting dark and I was scared.

I can't believe my dad wouldn't believe me. I found a bench, so I decided to sit on it and wait for someone to find me. If anybody was even looking for me. I was crying really hard.

"Gracie." I turned around to see my dad.

I just turned my head back and looked back at the ground.

He sat next to me "why did you run out?"

"because you don't believe me."

"of course I believe you."

"then why didn't you say so."

"you left before I could even answer."

"oh."

"yeah come on the police are at the house, they need to see your arms."

"the police are there?" I was scared.

"yeah don't worry I won't let Nate touch you, either will the police." he took my hand and we walked back to Grandma and Grandpa's house.

He was right there was a police car in the driveway with the lights on.

He led me inside and a police officer came over to me. "Are you Gracie?" I nodded.

He looked up at my dad. "is it okay if I talk to her outside?"

I look at the police officer. "no I don't want to leave him."

then my dad looked down at me. "it's okay I'll be right in here, he's just going to ask you some questions."

"okay." I walked out with officer. I sat on the step.

"okay Gracie when did he start doing this to you?"

"it started 2 months ago."

"where did he hit you most?"

"well he used to squeeze my arms, slap me across the face and…" I stopped because I started crying.

"it's okay take your time."

I calmed myself and continued. "and he would lock me in my room for days."

"how many days at a time?"

"only 3."

"okay I'm just going to take pictures of your arms." I sat there while he took pictures.

"okay I'm done, thank you for your time." I nodded and went back inside.

My grandma came over to me and hugged me. "I'm so sorry sweetie." I just nodded I didn't want to talk.

I sat on the couch and pulled my legs up to my chest and I was trying to hold in my tears the best way I could.

Randy's POV

I was sitting outside on the deck, just staring at the sky, feeling so guilty for letting this happen to Gracie. The patio door opened and Becky came out.

She sat down next to me. "Hey how are you doing?"

"not so good."

"well I think you should go comfort your daughter."

"she's talking to the cop."

"not any more."

"oh crap." I got up and went into the living room.

Gracie had her knees pulled up to her chest and my Mom and Dad were trying to calm her but the tears were still pouring out of her eyes.

I went over to her and scooped her up in my arms and took her upstairs to my old bedroom. I sat on the bed and pulled her on my lap.

I rubbed her back, that always seems to calm her. "Shh.. It's okay he won't hurt you ever again, I promise, I won't let him." she stopped crying and I looked down at her and she fell asleep.

I layed her on the bed gently and I pulled the blankets over her.

I kissed her forehead. "I love you Gracie." I went back downstairs.

I went over to my mom. "hey Ma, is it okay if we stay here?"

"of course Randy."

"thanks." I kissed her cheek. "hey Ma, where's Dad?"

"downstairs." I nodded and went downstairs.

I spotted my dad sitting in his chair drinking a beer. "Hey Pop."

he looked at me. "Hey Son, look I'm sorry About Gracie I should of went over there to check on her."

"Dad don't worry about it, if anything it's my fault."

"you know don't you think she's complicating your life." what? Was he serious?

"what are you talking about?"

"I just don't think your ready to be a father."

"I can't believe you just said that, she is my daughter."

"well maybe she go back to foster care where she's in better hands."

"NO, she's my Daughter now and you can't accept that, then we are gone." I stormed back up the stairs.

My Mom comes over to me. "Randy what's wrong?"

"Dad, he said I'm not a good father and I should put Gracie back foster care."

she gasped "you know he didn't mean it."

"he still said it."

I went up the stairs and walked quietly in my old bedroom. I scooped Gracie up in my arms and walked downstairs.

My Mom came over to me. "Randy where are you going I told you can stay here."

"Well obviously Dad doesn't want us here, so I'm heading home."

"alright be careful, I love you."

"love you too Ma."

I sat Gracie In the Passenger seat and buckled her in. I got in the hummer and drove home. I took Gracie into her room and layed her in her bed. I covered her up and kissed her forehead.

I went into my room and changed into a pair of shorts and a WWE shirt. I layed down in my bed and stared at the ceiling.

I heard footsteps and seen Gracie at the bedroom door with tears in her eyes. "Hey Baby Girl, do you want sleep in here with me?" she nodded and I made room for her.

She layed next to me, and I asked "Did you have a bad dream?" she nodded.

"do you want to talk about it?" she shook her head.

"okay get some sleep." she nodded.

I kissed her forehead. "good night Gracie, I love you."

she looked up at me. "I love you too."

she layed her head down and fell back asleep.

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