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AN Yes I know it's been a month, plus Yes I know I 'm horrible. Yes I know I should be spanked. Well hey now. there an idea... lol OK any who, Dang, do you know how many times I wrote this chapter?! I tell you what. I think I re-wrote this sumbitch at least 8 times, probably more. Ever get that idea in yer head and no matter how hard you try it NEVER COMES OUT RIGHT?!?! Sorry. Still bitter. Lol Thanks for sticking with me, I really appreciate it!! And remember, Reviews = Love. SO LOVE ME!!!
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Grayson and I sat on the grass in the park watching the ducks swim in the pond. The sun was shining, and not a cloud was in the sky.
"Mom, can we do this everyday?" Grayson asked throwing some bread into the water, he looked up and grinned as a duck grabbed it out of the air.
"Well I can't promise anything, but we can sure try." I smiled back it him
"Mom? Whose that?" he said pointing in the direction of a man wearing a dark suit staring at us. He quickly looked away, when he saw us staring at him.
"I don't know baby." I said puzzled, "Here is some more bread for you to throw."
Grayson quickly forgot about the man, but I continued to keep my eye on him. I glanced at my watch, "Oh hey Gray we gotta get going! We are gonna be late for lunch."
Gray got a horrified look on his face, as if missing lunch would be the biggest evil the world had ever seen. We got up and brushed off, quickly walking down the path. The man in the suit stepped out from a tree next to us, "Margot Danials?"
"Who are you?" I asked grabbing Grayson's arm.
"I'm Detective Jones, I'm here to serve a warrant"
"What are you talking about?"
Suddenly more men in suits came, surrounding us in a circle. What the hell was going on?
"Ms. Danials, we're here for the kid. We can do this two ways, Easy or Hard. Personally I like the hard way best."
Grayson tugged on my hand squeezing it tightly, "Mom?"
"Its ok sweetie." I looked down trying to reassure him, but inside I had no clue what was going on. "What warrant? And why do you need -"
"There are no time for questions," he interrupted motioning with one of his hands. One guy stepped forward grabbing Grayson and another grabbed me from behind pulling me away.
"Grayson!" I yelled struggling with the man as he tried to pin my arms back
Grayson pulled as best he could, tears streaming down his face, "Momma! Don't leave me!" he sobbed falling on the ground, the man holding his arms dragging him away. His tears left tracts on his dirty face. People were standing around watching the scene unfold in front of them,
"Help me! For God sakes help me! Help my son!" I screamed at them. They just stood there and stared not moving, not doing anything. The man holding me tightened his grip as I struggled harder, "Calm down, baby" he said in my ear
"Go to hell!" I wrestled out of his grasp, turning around and punching him in the chin
"Jesus Christ Maggie!"
My eyes flew open as I leaped out of bed, tripping on the blankets that had fallen on the floor and collapsed against the wall. Brock was sitting on the bed, rubbing his all ready bruising jaw.
"Maggie what the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry," I sobbed lying on the floor clutching the blankets to my chest, "So sorry."
Brock climbed off the bed and crawled towards me. "Baby what was that?" has asked again, cupping my face in his hands, running a thumb across my cheeks wiping my tears. He gathered me up in his arms, holding me tightly against him. I cried, my hands griping his shoulders, my tears ran down his bare chest leaving small tracks on his skin. His fingers were laced in my hair cradling my head as his other hand roamed up and down my back, comforting me.
"I gotta go see Grayson," I pulled out of his arms and ran for Grayson's room. I pushed the door open, and there he was in his bed, sleeping peacefully. I sagged against the doorframe closing my eyes, wiping tears away with the back of my hand. Brock came up from behind and wrapped his arms around my shoulders holding me tightly against him. Stiffening at first, I leaned against him relaxing, feeling his power and strength. It felt so good.
"So that's what your dreams are like?" he whispered in my ear
I nodded, still to shook up to say anything.
"Wanna talk about it?"
I shook my head no
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid if I say anything, it'll happen." I choked out
"Mags, that won't happen. C'mon, lets go to the couch so we don't wake him."
"Just a second." I went over to Grays bed and sat down. I brushed his hair away from his forehead and gave him a kiss. I sat up, just looking at him, saying a silent prayer.
"Hon, he's not going anywhere."
Fresh tears sprung in my eyes as I looked at Brock shaking my head, "If only you knew" I tucked Gray's blankets in tighter around him, and got up closing the door behind us.
"How can I know if you don't tell me?"
"I don't know," I said miserably. I wanted to tell him so bad, but the fear kept my mouth shut.
He pulled me on the couch with him, cradling me in his arms like I was a little kid. "Look at me." I met my eyes with his, "You know I would never let anything hurt you right? I love you and will take care of you and Grayson. I want to help you, please tell me?"
His blue eyes were pleading with mine, searching deep, looking for the answers. I put my head on his shoulder and sighed. His arms tightened around me, their power reassuring me. "I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll think I'm crazy." I said, my voice muffled by his neck.
"Try me."
I sat back, wiping more tears away with my hand. "I keep having these high anxiety dreams, about someone taking Grayson away. And I keep fighting, and they always beat me."
Brock rubbed his jaw, "Is that why you popped me one?"
"Oh geez!" I said jumping off the his lap, "I better get you some ice."
"Its ok, don't worry about it."
I grabbed the ice bag from the bucket, "Here." And held it gently against the bruise. "I'm sorry." I sat across facing him, with my leg thrown over his.
"You didn't know what was goin on. So is that all you dream about? Or is there more?"
"I had a dream about you getting hurt a couple weeks ago."
Brock took the ice pack off and pulled me close, his arms around me, "So is that why you were so shook up tonight?" he said quietly
"Ice-" I started to say and stopping as he gave me a look as if he were saying, "Don't change the subject." Sighing, I said, "Yeah pretty much."
We sat there, surrounded by pre-dawn silence. "You know," Brock, said finally, "You can't live your life scared of what might happen. I don 't think that's what you want to do. I don't think you're capable of doing that."
"Yeah I know," I said yawning, slowly sinking into my exhaustion. "It gets to the point where I'm scared to close my eyes."
"C'mon girl," he said as he gathering me in his arms and carrying me, "You need too sleep. You're no fun when you're cranky." He laid me on the bed and the crawled in next to me.
"I don't wan--," I said interrupted by a yawn.
"Yeah right, I know," he said with a grin, "Tough." His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me tightly against his chest, and rested his chin on the top of my head. The stubble on his chin tickled softly. I slowly drifted off against my will, feeling safe once again. Before I fell all the way, I heard Brock say, "Remember, you can wake up whenever ya want. Just don't hit me next time."
AN Yes I know it's been a month, plus Yes I know I 'm horrible. Yes I know I should be spanked. Well hey now. there an idea... lol OK any who, Dang, do you know how many times I wrote this chapter?! I tell you what. I think I re-wrote this sumbitch at least 8 times, probably more. Ever get that idea in yer head and no matter how hard you try it NEVER COMES OUT RIGHT?!?! Sorry. Still bitter. Lol Thanks for sticking with me, I really appreciate it!! And remember, Reviews = Love. SO LOVE ME!!!
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Grayson and I sat on the grass in the park watching the ducks swim in the pond. The sun was shining, and not a cloud was in the sky.
"Mom, can we do this everyday?" Grayson asked throwing some bread into the water, he looked up and grinned as a duck grabbed it out of the air.
"Well I can't promise anything, but we can sure try." I smiled back it him
"Mom? Whose that?" he said pointing in the direction of a man wearing a dark suit staring at us. He quickly looked away, when he saw us staring at him.
"I don't know baby." I said puzzled, "Here is some more bread for you to throw."
Grayson quickly forgot about the man, but I continued to keep my eye on him. I glanced at my watch, "Oh hey Gray we gotta get going! We are gonna be late for lunch."
Gray got a horrified look on his face, as if missing lunch would be the biggest evil the world had ever seen. We got up and brushed off, quickly walking down the path. The man in the suit stepped out from a tree next to us, "Margot Danials?"
"Who are you?" I asked grabbing Grayson's arm.
"I'm Detective Jones, I'm here to serve a warrant"
"What are you talking about?"
Suddenly more men in suits came, surrounding us in a circle. What the hell was going on?
"Ms. Danials, we're here for the kid. We can do this two ways, Easy or Hard. Personally I like the hard way best."
Grayson tugged on my hand squeezing it tightly, "Mom?"
"Its ok sweetie." I looked down trying to reassure him, but inside I had no clue what was going on. "What warrant? And why do you need -"
"There are no time for questions," he interrupted motioning with one of his hands. One guy stepped forward grabbing Grayson and another grabbed me from behind pulling me away.
"Grayson!" I yelled struggling with the man as he tried to pin my arms back
Grayson pulled as best he could, tears streaming down his face, "Momma! Don't leave me!" he sobbed falling on the ground, the man holding his arms dragging him away. His tears left tracts on his dirty face. People were standing around watching the scene unfold in front of them,
"Help me! For God sakes help me! Help my son!" I screamed at them. They just stood there and stared not moving, not doing anything. The man holding me tightened his grip as I struggled harder, "Calm down, baby" he said in my ear
"Go to hell!" I wrestled out of his grasp, turning around and punching him in the chin
"Jesus Christ Maggie!"
My eyes flew open as I leaped out of bed, tripping on the blankets that had fallen on the floor and collapsed against the wall. Brock was sitting on the bed, rubbing his all ready bruising jaw.
"Maggie what the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry," I sobbed lying on the floor clutching the blankets to my chest, "So sorry."
Brock climbed off the bed and crawled towards me. "Baby what was that?" has asked again, cupping my face in his hands, running a thumb across my cheeks wiping my tears. He gathered me up in his arms, holding me tightly against him. I cried, my hands griping his shoulders, my tears ran down his bare chest leaving small tracks on his skin. His fingers were laced in my hair cradling my head as his other hand roamed up and down my back, comforting me.
"I gotta go see Grayson," I pulled out of his arms and ran for Grayson's room. I pushed the door open, and there he was in his bed, sleeping peacefully. I sagged against the doorframe closing my eyes, wiping tears away with the back of my hand. Brock came up from behind and wrapped his arms around my shoulders holding me tightly against him. Stiffening at first, I leaned against him relaxing, feeling his power and strength. It felt so good.
"So that's what your dreams are like?" he whispered in my ear
I nodded, still to shook up to say anything.
"Wanna talk about it?"
I shook my head no
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid if I say anything, it'll happen." I choked out
"Mags, that won't happen. C'mon, lets go to the couch so we don't wake him."
"Just a second." I went over to Grays bed and sat down. I brushed his hair away from his forehead and gave him a kiss. I sat up, just looking at him, saying a silent prayer.
"Hon, he's not going anywhere."
Fresh tears sprung in my eyes as I looked at Brock shaking my head, "If only you knew" I tucked Gray's blankets in tighter around him, and got up closing the door behind us.
"How can I know if you don't tell me?"
"I don't know," I said miserably. I wanted to tell him so bad, but the fear kept my mouth shut.
He pulled me on the couch with him, cradling me in his arms like I was a little kid. "Look at me." I met my eyes with his, "You know I would never let anything hurt you right? I love you and will take care of you and Grayson. I want to help you, please tell me?"
His blue eyes were pleading with mine, searching deep, looking for the answers. I put my head on his shoulder and sighed. His arms tightened around me, their power reassuring me. "I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll think I'm crazy." I said, my voice muffled by his neck.
"Try me."
I sat back, wiping more tears away with my hand. "I keep having these high anxiety dreams, about someone taking Grayson away. And I keep fighting, and they always beat me."
Brock rubbed his jaw, "Is that why you popped me one?"
"Oh geez!" I said jumping off the his lap, "I better get you some ice."
"Its ok, don't worry about it."
I grabbed the ice bag from the bucket, "Here." And held it gently against the bruise. "I'm sorry." I sat across facing him, with my leg thrown over his.
"You didn't know what was goin on. So is that all you dream about? Or is there more?"
"I had a dream about you getting hurt a couple weeks ago."
Brock took the ice pack off and pulled me close, his arms around me, "So is that why you were so shook up tonight?" he said quietly
"Ice-" I started to say and stopping as he gave me a look as if he were saying, "Don't change the subject." Sighing, I said, "Yeah pretty much."
We sat there, surrounded by pre-dawn silence. "You know," Brock, said finally, "You can't live your life scared of what might happen. I don 't think that's what you want to do. I don't think you're capable of doing that."
"Yeah I know," I said yawning, slowly sinking into my exhaustion. "It gets to the point where I'm scared to close my eyes."
"C'mon girl," he said as he gathering me in his arms and carrying me, "You need too sleep. You're no fun when you're cranky." He laid me on the bed and the crawled in next to me.
"I don't wan--," I said interrupted by a yawn.
"Yeah right, I know," he said with a grin, "Tough." His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me tightly against his chest, and rested his chin on the top of my head. The stubble on his chin tickled softly. I slowly drifted off against my will, feeling safe once again. Before I fell all the way, I heard Brock say, "Remember, you can wake up whenever ya want. Just don't hit me next time."