Saving Grace

Looking back through her rear mirror, she sighed at the town she had left behind, the one that made her suffer for all these years, the one she was running from. Grace Donovan swallowed down the spit in her mouth as she continued to drive away, hoping to never have to live that kind of life anymore, the one she had lived for five good years of her life, not that they were good years. It took everything in her not to turn back when she made this decision, because of the fear that leaving him, leaving everything behind would have repercussions. Those she hoped she wouldn't have to deal with, and that was why she was running now, as far as she could go. She had left everything that could help him find her behind so that she had nothing he could trace her with on her, including her phone and laptop. She wouldn't put it past him to install a spyware app on her phone and laptop, so she wasn't going to take that chance. Grace had been married to Jack Norrland for five years, and in those

Grace was sorry for acting like she did, but she couldn't help being nervous. And she hated people putting their hands on her. “May I help you?” The woman asked, and she looked up at her, realizing that she had been staring at the counter for a couple of minutes or so.Clearing her throat, she offered the woman who was staring at her from behind the counter like she was two-headed a small smile. "Huh, sorry. I would like to grab a hot cup of coffee.” That was all she could manage before a clap of thunder in the distance roared behind her, and she ducked, grabbing the counter so hard her knuckles turned white from holding it too much. Shaking violently, she started to hyperventilate, her throat closing in on her. She heard the woman rush around the counter to her, and then she heard the doorbell sound again as the door to the coffee shop opened.They must be getting another customer, but she was here displaying her innermost insecurity right in the middle of the day because the loud

Noah saw the fear enter her eyes the moment Gavin mentioned the interrogation, and again, he frowned. As he had predicted before, something was wrong, something he couldn't quite place his fingers on, but all he could deduce from the situation, was that she was running from something or someone; if the weird scars the female nurses had found on her body was anything to go by. He hadn't seen it himself, but Dr. Gavin had seen the pictures they took of it. The nurses had been forced to snap it when they were changing her out of her sundress. Whoever had inflicted those wounds had made sure to never put them where they would be visible. She was surely not the one that did that to herself. He would be going there to check it out after this. “Huh, why?” Grace’s voice came out suddenly in a question. It was Gavin that answered before he could. "Because we noticed something weird about you that we were forced to report.” He said. She tried to sit up, but Noah quickly helped her raise t

Noah wanted to laugh at the hotel look on Grace’s face as her stomach made that sound. He could tell that she was embarrassed if the blush climbing up her neck to her face was anything to go by. He glanced at her to see her covering her stomach with both her hands, and he almost chuckled again. There was something about the way she looked that made him want to laugh even though he rarely laugh at anything. “It's fine, Grace. You don't have to be embarrassed.” He said, just as he started the car. When she refused to answer him, he sighed and continued driving. A thought occurred to him, and he realized he wouldn't be going straight home after dropping her off as he had planned. He remembered that she was new in town, and had just arrived this morning, so she probably had no place to stay. But, that wasn't the problem though, the problem was that the two hotels that were in town were probably all booked because of the wedding that was happening on Saturday between his brother and th

Nightmare was something Charlotte only see people experience in a movie, or read in a book, but she never thought she would see someone experiencing it. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she wasn't sure what woke her. The whimpering sound coming from Grace, or the fact that she needed to use the bathroom, either way, the latter didn't seem as important now as the former. If anything, it had seemed to disappear. There was something about the way Grace moved on the foldable bed she had placed on the floor beside her own bed for her the night before when she had brought her home, that made it seem like she was fighting someone. Right now, all Charlotte could do was sit on her bed and stare at her. Grace had both her hands in the air like she was trying to push someone off her when no one was there, and occasionally, one of her hands would fly to her neck and she would drag down the old t-shirt she had worn as a nightwear as if it was choking her. At some point, she even made