Jack Dylan Grazer Abuse Novels & Stories

He recollected himself shortly after and knitted his brows. ' Jason Granger...' Darren wouldn't forget that name. Although he'd never met this man, he still held a grudge against him. Afterall, he'd done something unforgivable to Kyley, and who knew what else he'd done. Darren could only tell from Kyley's scars which were obvious signs of torture and abuse.

“Umm….I laid next to her and she pet me like a dog before spilling all her secrets to me.” “And she wasn’t scared of you,” asks Jayden. “I think it’s the mate bond. She was scared at first, but then her eyes softened once she realized she could trust me. Has Drew found anything yet?” “Surprisingly not much. He’s still digging. He’s enjoying the challenge,” says Jackson. “So, spill. What did she tell you.” “Dude, the girl is being abused by her father. That’s where all the bruises come from.” “And that’s why she cuts herself,” says Jackson more as a statement rather than a question.

We are grateful for all your years dedicated to Esports and we wish you well on your new path. Signed, ESIC commissioner. My eyes bulged from my head. “What the fuck? They're firing you?” “Yes. Apparently they cannot have a half paralyzed coach, there's more,” he said sadly, bringing out another document. “No, just tell me the contents, I can't read that,” I was on the verge of tears. “Well, the police said they are closing my case and ending their search for Dylan. Apparently some witnesses at the restaurant claimed I was violent first. I just know he has someone that is pulling the stings because how do I get both of these today?

I could only sigh, unable to accept or deny the fact that Declan was the one who gave me the bruise. “How long?” She asked with dread. “It’s the first time”, I quickly answered, then recoiled. Should it matter that it was the first time? “That's how it always starts”, Grace said, her expression turning dark. It made me remember how much of an abusive asshole Grace's father was, and how her mother never left until karma caught up with him and he got murdered by some gang he owed. But that wasn't my situation. I suddenly felt more uncomfortable. “Do you want to go to the police?” She asked, reaching for my hand on the table.

Most of the patients of abuse he had encountered don't want it reported and they run away before they could be helped. "It's just an obligation to have it reported, Ms. Grace. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.” He said, and Gavin nodded behind him. “Yes, you don't,” he said. Although, Noah was hoping that wasn't the case, but he didn't say anything anymore. He couldn't, he was too angry to say anything without yelling. He was angry, not at Grace or himself like he does sometimes, but at the nut job that did this to a woman. According to Gavin, most of the wounds were healed, but she had ugly scars to show for it.

I closed the door quickly as Dylan fell sprawled on the floor outside my apartment. Jake turned back to me. “Are you okay? He asked, grabbing my hand. I looked down at Jake’s hand, his knuckles red from hitting Dylan in the face. I rubbed his knuckle. “I am okay, but I think I should be asking you if you are okay.” I replied, looking over his hand. Jake laughed. “I have done worse. My hand is fine. Please tell me he wasn’t like that when you dated him.”

“Sir, the Mark angle is working. Look!” The central screen shifted. Headlines updated in real time: “New Allegations Emerge: Mark Grayson’s History of Abuse Surfaces.” “Leaked Recordings Show Grayson hitting his wife until she passed out.” Good. Good. Push harder. “Don’t stop until Mark’s name is rotting in the gutter,” I growled. The kid nodded like his life depended on it. I shut my eyes, locking my hands behind my back, forcing myself still. The storm was shifting, the tide rolling in my favor.

He crossed the space where he landed, pulling him by the collar and moving his face nearer, snarling before he gave him one more blow in the stomach, and kicked him hard until he rolled flaccidly aside. “Oh my gosh! Dad, stop!” Small hands suddenly wrapped around his arms, stopping him. He was gasping really hard, not from exhaustion but rather from the indignation he felt. He turned behind him and confronted the wide eyes, Stacey, staring at the guy that was now being escorted by the bouncers outside the club. Blood was oozing from his nose and from the corners of his mouth. Dylan seems satisfied with his artwork, but not enough damage for what he could have done to his daughter if he’s bee

I do not know whether he is as painful as I used to be when I was tortured by Damien and his man. “ Cody, are you all right?” I sit beside his bed and hold him by his hands. “ He has not opened his eyes yet,” Alger answers me. I carefully lift the quilt covering him up to see his body. I remembered that when we were in the dating place, his body was stabbed with silver pieces and it was bleeding seriously. “ Go away, you dirty human slave.” Suddenly, my hands are hit hard by someone. I raise my head and see Grace looking at me menacingly. “ Human bitch, I wonder why my father ordered to release you. You are the one who should die.”

“He’s very fragile right now. The trauma assessment indicates severe PTSD, anxiety—” “I’ll be gentle,” I promised. She opened the door. James sat hunched on the examination table, hospital gown drowning his small frame. His arms were covered in bandages where they’d documented Grace’s abuse. “Dad, Lila!” He reached for me with desperate hands as Ethan came to stand beside me. I gathered him close, careful of his injuries. “We’re here, sweetheart. You’re safe now.” “Don’t let her take me.” He pressed his face into my neck. “Please don’t let her hurt me anymore.”