Disclaimer: don't own the mentalist, but I will someday. I do own the characters that I made up though so ha, owned!
A/N this chapter is an insight on Grace's life, possibly a bit dark, updating is a bit iffy at the moment, one laptop's internet doesn't work, one likes to not respond, and dad is usually on the computer, so I'm going to take my chances with the shoddy internet laptop, wish me luck *crosses fingers* I thank greatly the person who invented memory sticks! P.S my cat's feet smell lol =]
Two hours later, Grace, her mom, her dad, her two sisters, Autumn and Hayley and her two brothers, Joel and Matt sat around the table eating dinner in silence when Autumn's phone went off.
'Ring ring' it went as it got a text
Her father stood up abruptly and his chair fell back and the table rocked. Grace quickly steadied her drink.
'Give me, your phone!' he yelled between heavy breaths
She handed it over with shaking hands and he took it and threw it against the wall, the battery and back fell off. He sat down and started eating again, like nothing had happened. They ate the rest of the meal in silence. Her father got up and went in to watch the news. The rest of the kids followed his example and went off to their rooms. Grace went into the kitchen to help her mom with the dishes.
'Here, mom, I will do the dishes, you take a break' she said
'Thanks love'
Her mom had obviously been up on her feet all day, so she had decided to give her a break, her homework could be done later.
She got into the routine of washing and stacking plates in the dishwasher, she was humming the new Paramore as she worked. She started to think about Wayne Rigsby, he seemed really nice, and everyone seemed to like him as a person, but she could tell each and every one of her new friends all had demons in the closet, she could tell. She was pulled from her thoughts as she lost her grip on a plate and heard the crash as it shattered on the floor. She instantly tensed up, she knew what was coming next, she heard her father get up in the next room, and heard him storming into the kitchen.
'What the hell have you done girl, breaking all my fine china' he yelled
She could point out that it was incredibly cheap, and he had broken a couple already, but she knew better.
'I'm sorry dad, I just lost grip, and I will replace it' she said, her voice shaking
'It's not good enough, you can't just break shit and just say you will replace it' he said, backhanding her across the face, causing her to fall to the floor, whacking her head on the dishwasher. She pulled herself into the foetal position.
'Bitch' he said walking back into the next room.
Grace got back up and checked the back of her head for blood, luckily there was none, picked up the broken china and continued on with the dishes.
A/N well that turned out a bit darker than expected, this was a short chapter, but I have to do math homework, Garr I will probably work on the other story tonight, hopefully up tonight =] p.s anyone good with fractions?