Rescued
Rated: R
Warning: Just some bad language
Rescued
Abberline ran along the dark street. He never really believed in God, but he prayed to him that his daughter was safe. He would kill Sir William for this.
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"Scared aren't you?" William asked, pulling the knife from her throat.
"Yes," she whispered.
"I love fear, it's intoxicating," he said.
He left her alone. Grace cried again. Her eyes burned from all the tears.
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Abberline took a deep breath as he made his way up the steps to William's housed. He rang the bell; the maid answered. He pushed her aside and ran into William's study.
"Where is she!" he demanded.
"Ah, Inspector, how are you?" William asked.
Abberline grabbed him by the collar.
"Tell me where the fuck the fuck she is!"
"How do you if she is even still alive?"
Abberline threw him down and took a deep breath, before he drew out his pistol. He pointed the gun straight at William's head.
"She's in the basement."
Abberline ran to the basement and kicked open the door. Grace was on the floor, covered in tears.
"Daddy?" she choked out.
"Grace," he said, sweeping her up in his arms.
He smoothed back her blonde hair and wiped away her tears.
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Sir William Gull had been placed in an asylum. Mary Kelly was safe back in Ireland with baby Alice. Abberline settled down in Whitechappel with Grace. He hadn't given up his opium, but he stopped drinking his absinthe.
Grace had taken a liking to Netley. She thought he was a kind misunderstood man. She had forgiven him for the kidnapping; he was easily controlled. He would take her for rides on his carriage late at night.
"Marry me?" he asked her one night.
"Of course," she replied, kissing him.
Grace and Netley married in 1889 with her father's approval and everyone lived happily ever after. Except for Sir William.