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A/N sorry about the late UD we got our internet fixed and word had to be redone, grrr, ohwell, working internet! Well, here is the awaited chapter, thanks to my reviewers, Koezh, leahxlol, jisbon-sessed, and veras333, 3 u all, my awesome advice givers! And to anyone else! I am babysitting all weekend, mom and dad are going away so I have 4 small children to look after, yay, will UD where and when I can, wish me luck, I will need it! Read and review to keep me going =]
Wayne sat in his room, channel surfing, as there was nothing else to do, when his phone lit up and started vibrating. He reached over and saw it was Grace
'Wayne, I need help, Brandon has us all at knife point, I need you to call the police now, hurry, I don't know how long he will keep at bay xx'
He punched 911 into the phone, which took a few tries, as he kept on missing the buttons in frustration, and let the police know what was happening, and ignored their commands to stay away, Grace and Teresa were in there, and their families, there was no way in hell he was going to let anything happen to them.
Meanwhile in the house, Grace was counting the seconds until the police arrived, she knew Wayne would call the cops, but she didn't know how long it would take them to get here. She wanted to know why he wanted them dead, and decided to ask.
'Oi, Brandon, I got a question' she said
He spun towards her
'And what might that be?' he sneered
'I want to know why my family and I need to die'
'Why? Well, let me tell you why. I work for your father, and he said about all he had done for you, and you kicked him out of his own home, I think it's only fair he gets his home back'
'How much did he pay you?'
'Not a dime, he offered, but I refused, I said all for free, my wife left me with nowhere to go, I knew what he felt'
'You are sick, do you even know how he treated us?'
'Yes, I do'
'Ok then how?'
'He never raped you, or cut you with a knife, or shot you'
'Yea, but what's the thing you don't need a gun, knife or dick to do?'
'I know he beat you'
'Yet you are siding with him! You are a sick bastard, Hayley told him she loved him, and he kicked her, because he was on the phone! He kicks me, punches me, I would wake up from being knocked out in various places, and he would always be there, waiting, to see if I had learnt my lesson, and knock me out again, how can you kill me, and side with him after all I have been through, and Teresa and her brothers here, her mom was killed in a drunk driving accident, and then her dad drove drunk, I hate your fucking guts, you sick bastard!' she yelled
'Shut up, shut up, shut up, you poured out every drop of alcohol in the house, he had every right to beat you!'
'Oh shut up! I did it to sober up my mum! So we could all have a better life, what about if I was 5 minutes late home, or I accidently dropped a plate, or just because I was in the way, is that ok to beat me then?'
'Quit over dramatizing it all!'
'Quit trying to kill us!'
'Ok, that's enough, shut the hell up before I hurt you!' he yelled, to which Grace did so, but still pulling the finger at him
'I will chop it off!' he warned
Grace sat cuddling Hayley, waiting for Wayne, the police, anyone.
Wayne burst through Grace's front gate and stood outside her house, he had a feeling she would be in her room, he carefully eased the front door open, grabbed the baseball bat in the hall cupboard, that Joel kept there for baseball season, and crept upstairs to Grace's room. He sat just outside the doorway, and Brandon pacing across the room, when he had his back to him, he smacked him over the head with the bat, and tried to get the knife, but Brandon was too quick.
Grace sat cradling Hayley, when she saw a shadow along the wall, and Wayne emerge. Her eyes grew wide, he wasn't supposed to come in, he could get hurt! Brandon was pacing as Wayne took the bat up behind his head and smash it over Brandon's. He went for the knife, but Brandon was too quick, and tried to stab him, but luckily his years or bikers at his house had taught him a thing or two, and managed to dodge it, and grab hold of the end closest to the blade of the long handle. Grace watched in horror as they fought over a knife probably as sharp as a scalpel, but nowhere near as clean. She crept over to the bat and hit Brandon square in the groin. She watched him let of the knife, sending Wayne off balance, falling into the dresser, she knife spiralling through the air, landing just inches away from Hayley's stomach, and Brandon writhing on the ground in pain, clutching his groin. She dropped the bat, shaking and picked up the knife, embedded in her floor and dropped it out the window, and comforted Hayley, as Wayne joined her. Joel and Luke tied Brandon the base of Grace's bed with scarves and kept him there until the police came, and took him away.
An hour later, Wayne, Teresa, Patrick and Cho were all sitting on Grace's roof, Grace in Wayne's arms, Teresa the same with Patrick. Wayne kept on apologising for nearly getting Hayley, and had made Hayley a fairy bread chocolate sandwich, Grace kept on insisting it wasn't his fault, it was Brandon's, but he wouldn't hear of it.
'Honestly Grace, if I hadn't burst in, the fight mightn't of happened, and Hayley wouldn't be traumatised'
'Wayne, she will be traumatised of knifes, because one was threatened at her, not because her new hero, her words, as well as mine, took the knife out of the man who wanted to kill her, she isn't scared of you, if anyone is annoyed at you, it's me, as now I have to make her fairy chocolate bread everyday' Grace said
'Thanks love' he said kissing her forehead
'Wayne?'
'Yea?'
'Thanks heaps for coming to the rescue' she said smiling
'Any time fair maiden'
'And who said chivalry was dead' she muttered into his chest
'Not me' he whispered
They all stayed on the roof until they were called in for tea, pizza, as no one wanted to cook. Grace sat on Wayne, still trying to get the image of them fighting over the knife out of her head. She couldn't help but think, what if things hadn't gone in their favour, the knife could've easily slipped out of his hands, and straight into him, she shuddered at the thought, and reminded herself that it was all over, she had woken up from the nightmare, and wasn't about to fall asleep right back into another one.
A/N my sister has an ear infection as well, oh this will be interesting, and to top it all off, my brothers are playing wrestling, pretty much on the roof, oh god, this will be interesting, might go get them off the roof, reviews = life and faster updates!