Depressed And Angry

 Grace's POV*

Nearly  six weeks have passed and we still don't have any leads or suspects.  Prince completely shut down and he can barely speak . He has become withdrawn and stays to himself.  When I try to comfort him, touch him, he pulls away from me. I don't know if  part of him blames me for Dalton being kidnapped, I am the one who brought Jase into his life. He's convinced Jase is either still alive, or someone he was paying to  keep me in line is involved. I know Prince, when he shuts you out, he never lets you back in. I wish he would talk to me, hell, even scream at me, It would be better than him shutting me out and  turning his back on me.

As I walk down to the basement in hopes of Prince saying more than two words to me, I hear sobbing when I get in front of his studio door. I lean my ear next to the door,  and hear him crying. I have instant tears in my eyes hearing my husband crying, he almost never cries. He allowed me to see his tears when he told me about Gregory, but he holds himself to a certain level, and it almost never involves him showing anyone his tears, fears, being vulnerable, it just isn't who he is.

I slightly knock on the door waiting for a response, I get none. I knock a little louder and hear what sounds like him kicking something.  Something slams up against the door causing me to jumps back. Then I hear glass shattering and him cursing.   When I hear him moan out in pain, my hand swings the door open and I see him sitting on the floor bleeding.

"Prince, what the hell did you do to yourself, baby?" I ask as he's wrapping a rag around his bleeding hand. He glares at me holding the rag around his hand.

"Go away, Grace, I don't need your pity," he snaps pissing me off. I pick up a gold vase and slam it against the wall. He jumps up and runs towards me. I push him back and before I can stop myself, I slap him, his head snaps back and I gasp in horror realizing I just slapped him.

"Oh god, Prince, I'm so,-" his right hand wraps around my throat , he's now shoving me against the wall and the way he is looking at me, sends chills down my spine. He maybe on the short side, but he just proved he has the full strength of any six foot tall man. I'm a few inches taller than him when he isn't wearing his high hells, but I never doubted he's a lot stronger than me and he is now forcing me to feel how strong he is.

"Prince, damn it, let go,"

"What part of leave me the fuck alone do you not understand, Grace?"  His hand tightens around my throat. I bring my knee up nailing him in the balls.  A grunt escapes his lips and he goes down holding his balls.

"You want me to leave you the fuck alone? Fine, I should have known better,"  I shout and step over him. His left hand comes up and pulls me down on top of him.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I'm leaving, just like you want."

"I never once told you to leave, Grace."

"No, but you sure don't act like you want me near you, Prince. I, better than anyone, understand how you're feeling.  Are you forgetting I'm Dalton's mother? Are you forgetting the pain and fear you're feeling I am also feeling?"  I asked him. He lifts me off of him and he stands up.

"No, Grace I haven't forgotten."

"Do you know I much I love you? Do you know how much I just want to wrap my arms around you and comfort you?  Do you blame me for Dalton being kidnapped?" I sob out the words. He looks back at me with this blank look.

"That's what I thought. Your silence is speaking volumes," I wipe my tears and walk towards the door.  When I open it, he slams it shut and presses his body next to mine. His soft breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine.

"Prince?"

"I don't blame you, Grace. I never meant to imply I blame you, because I don't.  I know I have been shutting you out and I have been ignoring you and Binky. I don't know how to make this pain go away and I've been taking it out on you, the person I swore I would never hurt," he cries as he lays his head on my shoulder.  My hand reaches back and grabs his. His other hand grabs my hip pulling me back closer to him.

"I'm feeling exactly how you're feeling, Prince. I am just as terrified. Please, baby, don't keep shutting me out and let me comfort you, and believe me, I need you to comfort me as well," I whisper. His mouth lands on my neck.

"I love you so much, Grace, I am so sorry," he whispers in my ear. His hands grips my waist. I turn to face him. 

"I love you too, and I miss feeling you touching me," he leans me against the door and within seconds, our clothes are flying across the room.

"Look at me, Grace," he insists. I look into his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Oh shit, baby," he moans as he pushes himself up inside of me.

"Mmm, don't stop, and how is your hand?" I moan whilst grabbing his shoulders. He pulls me off the wall and leans me down on the sofa. I lift my legs up and he places them over his shoulders.

"I have to lose myself in you, Grace. And, my hand is fine. Now, scream for me, baby," he commands. He grips a hold of my hips and starts pounding himself deep inside of me.

"Shit, oh god, "I loudly moan.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good," he pants as he's pounding in me. 

"Oh god, Prince, I'm going to cum," I arch my back when I feel him thumbing my clit. My eyes look to the left and I see the ceramic plaque with Bianca's, Gregory's, and Dalton's hand prints, we added his a few days ago. The endless tears begin to fall and I look up at Prince who is obviously climaxing.

"Grace, what is it?" He asks me once he realizes I stopped thrusting. He follows my eyes to the plaque.

"I put it on the wall by the kids' pictures a few days ago. Oh god, baby, I want him back so much," he cries. I lean up and wrap my arms around him. We're both holding onto each other and sobbing.

"We have to have faith Jerome will find our son.  We both know he will not rest till he finds Dalton," I try to convince him and myself. He leans down and kisses me.

"Prince, Grace, where are you?" We hear Jerome shouting from upstairs. Prince and I  throw our clothes back on. The door swings open.

"Jerome, please tell me you found our son."

"I did, I found your son, Prince. I know who has him."

"Oh thank god. It's Jase, right? He stole mine and Grace's son, Jerome?"

"No, P, Jase is really dead.  It's someone none of us would ever suspect."

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