Jack Dylan Grazer Abuse Novels & Stories

"It won't be long Mrs Tryst, the doctor said she had a concussion and other injuries that needs to heal. "Annabell is doing great!" A smooth, male voice interrupts. My mum is here! My dear mother, by my side while I heal and recover. That's when the previous events hit me! Jason! Jason Gray! I remember the way he hurt me. The way he abused me. Before I have a chance to grasp it, or reign it in, I sit upright, my eyes pop open and I scream.. A blood curdling, pain filled, heartbroken scream. "Annabell!"

"It won't be long Mrs Tryst, the doctor said she had a concussion and other injuries that needs to heal. "Annabell is doing great!" A smooth, male voice interrupts. My mum is here! My dear mother, by my side while I heal and recover. That's when the previous events hit me! Jason! Jason Gray! I remember the way he hurt me. The way he abused me. Before I have a chance to grasp it, or reign it in, I sit upright, my eyes pop open and I scream.. A blood curdling, pain filled, heartbroken scream. "Annabell!"

Jasper’s abuse was escalating slowly, and carefully, he's always stopping just short of anything that would leave permanent marks Dax could sense through the pup’s bond. But the slaps were harder and the starvation periods longer. The threats more creative and last night’s “punishment” of forcing me to watch while he fucked Vivienne and moaned my name had left me raw in a way no bruise ever could. I couldn’t keep living like this. The pup deserved better and I deserved better.

Cracker’s POV I was growing entirely too anxious when Prez and Grace ran late. I’d already been at the club with Steel when Cobalt called out and gestured the news. Grace’s face was plastered all over it, claiming that she’d murdered someone. Rage boiled in my blood, and I swear that if my leg hadn’t been broken, I’d marched right up to Sheriff Jones and killed him myself. However, Steel and the others – after they’d all apologized for their behavior, and I let them stew in their own sweat for a minute or two – reassured me, that with the video of Jones at our house and the evidence I’d gathered, Jones wasn’t going to be able to do anything.

Jayce sounds sincere and I fight back the tears that are threatening to swell in my eyes. “Thanks Jayce I appreciate that. I am really embarrassed by all of it really.” I could not continue talking, being honest with Jayce was causing the tears to fall. “Noel do not be embarrassed. Look I meant what I said earlier, I have been in your shoes. My ex-girlfriend turned into an alcoholic after her child passed away. Eventually she became abusive, one more than one occasion she tried to stab me. So yeah, I have been where you are now.” Jayce opened up to me about his past, and just like that I could see that we were forming a new bond.

Maddox was dead, he was really dead, the years of abuse was finally over and I drop to my knees sobbing, it was over, it was really over. The man standing next to me tries to pull me up but I was sobbing uncontrollably. Daryl’s large black wolf pads towards me and he nuzzles his head against mine, reaching my arms around his neck, I hug him tightly, his black fur tickling my face. After a few moments he pulls out of my hug as I stay knelt on the ground, he shifts back and one of the men throw a pair of joggers at him. I barely got a chance to see him as the tears were still clouding my vision.

Whenever Dylan's friends who were on the basketball team threw parties, Dylan always invited me, sometimes I go and sometimes I don't go. I get wasted easily, another side of me shows up and starts doing embarrassing things I would never do when I'm sober. There was a time Dylan invited me to a party, with just 2 shots of tequila I was wasted. I threw up all over his shirt and in my mom's favorite cooking pot, I was grounded because of that. There was another time I got wasted and posted some nasty pictures on my i***a. Luckily for me, Dylan noticed it before it went viral and deleted.

So there is no chance of him leaving the place. After an hour of finding Jopher. I saw him inside his friend’s house and they were doing drugs while he was playing darts. The loud rock music that can blow an eardrum is playing. They can barely hear each other when one of his friends offers him one last round of cocaine. He looks wasted and high with his friends. I saw bottles of beer and cigarette butts all over the house. He can’t feel me because his vibration is too low. Tania is hiding behind me, holding my hand tight. She is too scared. She can’t even look at Jopher while he keeps on hitting Tania’s photo on the wall. He uses her photo as his dartboard and he is eager to hit Tania’s face

Dylan adjusted his cuff and finally spoke. “The first slap,” he said evenly, “was for putting your hands on a girl. I did not raise you to abuse anyone—least of all someone who came into this house as a guest.” No one moved. Tara’s lips parted, outrage strangled in her throat. Jake swallowed, trembling. Mr. Dylan continued. “The second slap was for lying to my face about it. I do not tolerate liars in my home.” A ripple went through the room—shock, disbelief, delicious fear. Mr. Dylan stepped back from Jake like he couldn’t stand the sight of him. Then he turned, facing the stunned family.

Raven finished cleaning the mess and took the tray up front. “That was nice what you did for Fionia, those punks have been harassing her the last two weeks, every night she works,” the guy behind the grill mentioned. “Why haven’t you got a restraining order against them or banned them from here?” Raven was pissed that he didn’t do anything to help his employ if they’ve been doing this. “It doesn’t do any good. One of the kid’s dad works at the precinct.” “What’s his name?” “Not your problem, miss.”