Gracie P.O.V

         When we finally got back to Dylan's house it was around four pm.  We hurridly ran up the stairs and started getting me ready. I got dressed in the clothes we picked out for me and then Shy did my hair in soft curls and a natural look with my makeup. Just as I was finished we heard a knock on the door. Right before I was about to go down the stairs I saw T.J open the door. I winced as I saw Justin's look of shock. I quickly ran down the stairs before they could start talking or fighting, as what looked like was about to happen. They both looked up as soon as I got to the last step. "Hi Justin", I said and his mouth instanly turned into a smirk. "Hello beautiful. Don't you look amazing tonight.", he said and I blushed a bright red. Before T.J could say something I yelled bye to everyone and slammed the door shut. 

"So where is this party again?", I asked him and he smiled, "It's just at my friend Jonathon's house." I got in the car and we were off. When we got there I tried my hardest not to gasp. The house was huge! It's a three story house with a dark blue and black color scheme on the outside. It looked exactly what I imagined a teenage party to look like. There were people making out and dancing in the front yard and there where red plastic cups everywhere. Some even managed to get on the roof. I was instanly pulled away from my thinking by Justin laughing and pulling me forward into the house. The house was packed with teenagers and was pulsing with music. We walked over to a group of people and Justin said hi to everyone. He then smiled at me and said to them, "Everyone this is Grace. She is very special to me so make sure you treat her nicely." He then turned to me and asked if I wanted a drink to which I nodded my head yes to. 

I small talked with his friends for a little while until he came back and handed me a red plastic cup. I discreetly took a sip and when it didn't smell like almonds, (which is what a certain poison I know of smells like) I took a sip. I made a face as it was bitter as hell. I turned to Justin and asked him, "What is this?" to which he anwsered back, "Vodka." I shook my shoulders and took another sip. He looked at my facial expression and laughed, shaking his head. Before I knew it I was starting to feel dizzy. The problem was, I was only halfway through my drink. As Justin led me upstairs and into an empty bedroom I knew that something was wrong. I was stumbling like crazy the entire way up and I could barely see straight. When we got into the bedroom he could barely keep his hands off of me. 

(WARNING!!! THE FOLLOWING CONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO OTHERS!! IT IS A RAPE SCENE. IF TIS IS TRIGGERING TO YOU PLEASE SKIP!!!)

He shoved me on the bed and I looked at him suprised as he started to rip my shirt off of me. I tried fighting him but I could barely function. I heard my phone ding and took a chance. I put my hands behind my back and picked a random contact hoping that they would understand the situation and find me. He ripped my bottoms next and started to work on my bra before I slowly started loosing conscious. The last thing I remember was the bedroom door slamming open and Justin getting ripped off of me. 

Dylan P.O.V. 

          I was playing a game of Uno with T.J. and our other friends when he got a phone call. By the way he smiled I could tell it was Grace. He anwsered the call and instanly his face went from sunshine and rainbows to I'm going to kill someone.  "Shaun track the location. Now.", T.J told him and Shaun opened up something on his computer. "Got it.", he said and we all got in the car. I've never seen Shaun drive that fast in his life. As soon as we got inside we sepreated in pairs of two. Me and T.J went upstairs to the third story, Nate and Shaun went to the second story and two of our other buddies scoped out the first floor. As soon as T.J. opened the second door I saw her. She was lying on the bed nearly passed out and Justin was standing over her. Her shirt and bottoms were ripped and on the floor and he was close to getting her bra off of her. Before I knew what I was doing, I punched him in the face. 

All I saw was red. I repeatedly started punching him as T.J. hurridly took his sweatshirt off and slipped it on her. Thankfully it went past her thighs so she was covered up. T.J. picked her up and after finding everyone else we walked outside to the car. The entire way back to my house T.J. never stopped holding her. He carried her up to her room and gently laid her down and pulled the covers over her. 

     (Basically what happened is somehow Gracie called one of the boys, they went and found her at the party under Justin. Dylan beat Justin up and then they took her home and tucked her in.)

                    (Time skip to next morning)

Gracie P.O.V

       I woke up with a roaring headache and no remembrance of the night before. After blinking a ton to let my eyes adjust to the light I rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand next to my bed and ended up face-planting on the floor with a groan. Before I even realized what the noise I was hearing was, two pairs of feet where in my eye sight. I looked up to see both Dylan and T.J. looking down at me with worried expressions. I rolled my eyes when both of them stuck their hand out to help me up. Not wanting to deal with any drama with a roaring headache, I grabbed both of their hands to get up. I followed them downstairs to the kitchen.

I sat down at the bar-like dining table while the guys preceded to make breakfast increasing the pain of my headache. I groaned again and they looked at me. "Do y'all have any Advil or am I supposed to sit here in pain?", I asked them grumpily. They looked at me in shock. "Don't look at m like that. You try having a headache without knowing why. Wait! That reminds me, what happened last night? I don't remember anything after Justin going to get me a drink. How did I get back here last night?", I asked them.

The guys looked at each other and then instantly went into motion. Dylan hurriedly went upstairs saying that he was grabbing the Advil while T.J. started rambling asking what I wanted for breakfast and listing off things he could make for me. I instantly knew something was up. I waited until Dylan finally came back with the bottle of Advil to do anything. I stood up crossing my arms and glared at them. "I'm going to give you two options. Either one, you tell me what the hell happened last night, or option two, I'll go ask Justin myself. I'm giving you thirty seconds to decide. T.J. and Dylan looked at each other and then sighed. T.J. was the first to talk.

"Last night after you left we invited the rest of the guys over for a game night. We were in the middle of a game of Uno when my phone started ringing. When I checked you were calling me which we were all a little confused about. When I answered I could hear a bunch of muffled noises but I couldn't figure out what the sounds were. I said hello a bunch of times to see if you were there but when I didn't get an answer back I figured you ha just accidently butt dialed me or something. I was about to hang up but then  heard something that made me continue to listen.", he paused and Dylan decided it was his turn to speak.

We paused the Uno game because we were curious when T.J. started asking if you were there. To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen his emotions change that fast. Within seconds he went from to happy and then confused. And then out of nowhere he looked angrier than I've ever seen him be in the entire time I've known him. Which considering I've known him our entire lives, says a lot. Out of nowhere he asks Shaun to track your phone and that was when we all knew something was wrong." I uncrossed my arms an looked at them confused, not understanding what they were talking about.

T.J. must of gotten himself together because he looked at me sadly and continued the story, "Even though I hoped on everything I love that I was wrong, I had to make sure. I-I heard a lot of shuffling around and...it sounded like you were asking someone to stop, to get off of you, and... to leave you alone". They looked at me before continuing. Shaun drove us to the address you're phone said you were at. We split up into groups of two and searched the entire house. Me and T.J. ended up being the one's who found you. You were laying underneath Justin with...not a lot of clothes on", Dylan finished, both of them looking at me worriedly. Finally, I processed all of the information they had both told me and I broke. I crumbled to the ground, curling up into a fetal position on the floor not caring who saw me crying my eyes out. As soon as I dropped to the ground, out of the corner of my eye I saw both boys drop down to the floor with me. 

   Dylan P.O.V.

As soon as it clicked in Gracie's brain about what had happened the night before she dropped to the ground sobbing. I racked my brain trying remember everything I saw her friends doing whenever she had a panic attack at school. T.J. reached out to touch her arm and I immediately grabbed his hand and shot him a warning look. He shot back a confused look so I shook my head basically telling him to talk to him about it later. I remember one thing for thing for certain, not once when I saw Gracie's friends helping her calm down and come back from a panic attack did they ever touch her. If you never paid attention to her or her friend group you would just think that they just aren't a touchy type of friend group, but I knew better. Whenever she was with her friends and in a good mood she was constantly touching them in some sort of way. Whether it be hugging them, getting a piggy back ride from them, or even holding their hands, they where always touching in some sort of way. 

It was a major thing I noticed even when she was hanging out with me or my friend group. At first she wouldn't even come close to touching any of us, but as she got to know us better, she started to cling onto us when we were hanging out just like she does with her own friend group. From what I gathered, it's her way of showing not only that she is comfortable with, but also trusts the person she is with. I've never had a panic attack before myself, but from what I gathered from doing a crap ton of research, was that when someone goes into a panic attack, their emotions overpower their logical thinking and they forget what environment they are in whether it is a safe one or not. 

I tried to think of the many ways I had researched that could potentially help calm her down and my mind landed on the five senses. From what I remembered, if I could find something that would break through to her senses, it could distract her from her emotions enough to calm her down some. Right away I knew touch was only going to make it worse. "Maybe music? But she usually listens to her music through her earbuds with the volume all the way up so I don't think it will be strong enough. Her eyes are closed so I can't do sight. I can't do taste because that includes touching her. Smell! Crap what do I have in the house that smells really strong but won't hurt her?", I hurriedly thought to myself. I motioned T.J. over to a corner away from her and told him my thoughts. 

"So we need a really strong scent that won't harm her but also won't touch her?", he asked me. I nodded my head and a light bulb basically appeared above his head. "What did you think of?", I asked him hurriedly. "Do you have any cold oranges? Non-cold oranges could also work but their smell is more pungent when they are cold", he explained to me. Without a second thought I ran over to the fridge and yanked it up looking for an orange. Thankfully there was one orange in the fridge and I handed it to T.J. because I figured he would know better than I how to go about having her smell it. He got closer yet did not touch her although I was still nervous. Before I could ask how he was going to go about having her smell the orange, he ripped it open right under her nose. As instinct, she inhaled and started coughing from how strong the scent was. She shook her head and less than a minute later she looked up with teary eyes. "I'm so sorry.", was the last thing she said before she passed out cold on the floor.

                                                     (Time skip to the next morning)

                         Gracie P.O.V.

I woke up with deja vu of a raging headache. The difference was, this time I remembered everything that had happened the day before. I rolled over and yelped as I saw I was half an hour late to school. I took a quick five minute shower before changing into a random t-shirt, black leggings, an all black hoodie, and my black combat boots. I slipped in a random pair of earnings and grabbed my book bag, making sure everything I needed was in it before rushing downstairs only to find the house empty. As I paced the kitchen trying to figure out the fastest way to get to school I noticed a note with my name written on it. Curious, I opened it to find a note from T.J. and Dylan.

"Good morning Gracie! If you woke up before the time that we come home we are at school. We decided it would be best if you didn't come to school today because it would be too stressful. Don't worry about anything, we told the school that you needed a sick day and they gave us permission to gather everything from notes and homework from your teachers that way you wouldn't get behind. Make sure not to leave the house. Try to get some rest and relaxation in. See you when we get back.

                   ------ T.J. and Dylan"

Although subconsiously I knew they meant well, I was still pissed off. "Don't leave the house? What am I, five?", I asked myself angrily. Without thinking about the consequences, I grabbed the house keys Dylan had left me, my phone, and my emergency book bag in case I needed something from it and walked out the front door, locking it behind me. I walked down the street towards the park dialing a phone number I memorized years ago. As soon as he picked up I smiled, "Sup G?", he asked. "Hey Quincy. How sober are you?", I asked and he laughed. "Sober enough to come get you. The park by your moms house right?", he asked and as soon as I anwsered he hung up.

Over three hours later we were at his house cuddled up under a blanket him smoking a joint and me playing a coloring game on his phone. "Cece?", I asked looking up at him with my puppy eyes. "What's up little one?", he asked petting my hair. "Can we get ice cweam?", I asked in my baby voice. "Have you had any real food yet today?", he asked me and I shook my head no. "I no like weal food. Momma and dada say when I's eat weal food I's gain too much weight. They's get mad and be mean to me. Grawcie no like when they mean to me. So Grawcie no eat weal food.", I told him on the brink of tears. "I know they are mean to you sweetie but you need some real food in your system.", he told me.

I shook my head no as tears started pouring down my cheeks in rivers. "Baby please don't cry. Daddy doesn't like seeing his baby girl cry. How about this? If baby girl eats enough real food for daddy then he'll let you have two scoops of ice cream instead of one and we can go get his precious baby girl a new stuffie too? How does that sound sweetie?", he asked rubbing my back as I cuddled into him clutching his black t-shirt. "Weally?", I asked looking at him with a puffy red face. "Of course little one. Daddy would never lie to you. Let's get you changed and then we can go okay?", he said and I nodded excitedly and grabbed his hand basically dragging him to my little room that he set up for me. "What do you want to wear today sweetie?", he asked opening up the closet filled with my little clothes.

"Bwunny!", I said happily making grabby hands towards the hoodie. He smiled softly and helped me change into a soft pink t-shirt with a white skirt jumper and my bunny hoodie on top. The baby pink sweatshirt had a printed bunny design and the hood had bunny ears. It's big enough that the sleeves give me paws and the sweatshirt itself went just below my white skirt. We paired it with my white converse and my baby pink bunny book bag that kept emergency little items in case I needed them. Quincy popped a pastel pink binki that said good girl in white lettering in my mouth and grabbed his wallet before walking me to his car. He helped buckle me in the front seat, buckled himself, and then we were off.