꧁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧꧂

this story contains graphic sexual and physical abuse; read with caution

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GRACE SULLIVAN, was the girl that everyone tended to avoid at school. It wasn't even that she did anything bad to anyone, they just thought she was the weird girl who came to school with all these bruises. Everyone always stared, but no one even cared enough to ask if she was okay. Even the teachers turned a blind eye. It was because her father was so charming to anyone and everyone except for her. Except for her mother. But Grace couldn't find an ounce of pain in her for her mother. Because for years, she let her father abuse her. Mainly, because it took the heat off of her. Her mother was a coward. What kind of mother allows their child to be beaten and raped? To be violated so atrociously, not only physically but mentally as well.

"Grace, where the hell are ya?" Right on time. Her father had just gotten home from work and she knew her report card was sitting on the countertop in the kitchen. Most parents would be so proud of their child for getting all A's on their report cards. But what her father saw was the one wrong thing, the one thing he could see in the list of A's.

Grace glances at her bedroom door, well, what used to be her bedroom door as her father had taken it off the hinges about six months ago. Robert storms in, furious as always. He never had a calm bone in his body around her. "What is it, Robert?" She asks, trying to keep her voice firm as she doesn't want to show fear. She never wanted to show fear to him because that's what he exploits and then the bearing starts. Grace was never allowed to call her father by what everyone else calls theirs, dad. He always said to call him Robert because she was a mistake and mistakes don't get to use the word dad.

"What the fuck is this?" Robert asks as he holds up the report card. Grace just glanced at it, seeing the tight grip he had, his knuckles turning white.

"My report card." Grace states as she bites the inside of her cheek. She knew she had to make eye contact with him but sometimes it was almost impossible to do.

"And what does that say?" He questions as he points to the thing he was referring to. Grace sighs, glancing down at the ground before Robert slams his hand down on her desk making her flinch slightly.

"A B," Grace tells him after a moment, meeting his eyes once again. Robert scoffs, taking a step closer as he crumbles the report card in his hands.

"Yeah, that's right." He says as he glares down at the blonde. "And what do I always say?" Robert asks as he raises an eyebrow at her. Grace bites her tongue, feeling disgusted as she closes her eyes for a moment.

"A B is for whores who give blowjobs," Grace says, her voice low as she had to take a deep breath. Her dad always loved to degrade women, even his own teenage daughter. He thought they were all whores and sluts who slept their way to their success. Her eyes snap open when Robert takes a fistful of her hair in his hand, yanking her towards him. She lets out a pained groan as she stares down at the ground.

"Are you a fucking whore, huh?!" Robert shouts at her, Grace squeezes her eyes shut as she feels her tears coming but she has to stop them. "Answer me!" He was always impatient, if she didn't answer right away, he usually got more angry than he already was. If that was even possible.

"No!" Grace yells as he brings her eyes up to meet his. He grabs at her jaw, bringing her towards him and she winced in pain.

"You wanna be smart huh? Get into a good school?" Robert questions and Grace nods her head. Of course, she did, getting into a college meant that she could get far away from here. That was her dream. "That shit is not happening for you because you're a dumb, fucking cunt!" He throws her at the bed causing her to hit the frame. Grace gasps as the wood pounds her back before she slides to the floor. Robert goes to turn around when his eyes catch something on her nightstand. "And what did I say about leaving dishes around?!" He asks as he grabs the plate before smashing it on the ground next to Grace, the cutlery hitting the floor as well. She covers her face, getting a cut on her forearm.

"I'll do better, next time." Grace stuttered and she knew that's where she had messed up. Robert takes a threatening step towards her, his hand going to his belt buckle which made her gulp, feeling bile build up in her throat.

"Those words mean shit." Robert snaps at her as he takes off his belt, and she can see the sinister look on his face, the smirk. He knew what he was doing and he didn't care. Not one ounce of him had any guilt.

"Please." She pleads, tears brimming her eyes as she stares down at her hands. Robert tilts his head, squinting his eyes.

"Please, what? Huh?" Robert asks, taunting her as he bites his bottom lip. Grace blinked a few times, taking a deep breath but it was shaky, her heart beating out of her chest.

"I won't get another B," Grace responds as she finally looks up at him after building up the courage.

"Nah, young lady." He denies it as he shakes his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. Robert turns his head, seeing Ann in the doorway. "What do you think, Ann? Does this stupid cunt, need to be punished?" Robert asks making Grace snap her eyes to the door. Her mother stood there, a cigarette between her lips. Ann made eye contact with her but Grace knew she would walk away. It's what she always did. Even if she cried, even if she begged, no amount of pain or suffering would make her mother say something. And just like she thought, her mother just turns around and leaves her with her father. "There's the answer," Robert says as he turns back to Grace, pulling down his zipper.

 She brings her eyes back down to her hands, she can't do it anymore. Grace couldn't handle much more of this. She didn't want to. No child should have to suffer this sort of abuse. But there was no way out. At least not in her head. Wherever she went, her dad would follow eventually. But maybe she needed that thought, that if she could just escape now, things might never become this bad ever again. Maybe he wouldn't care enough to come after her. "Open your fucking mouth." Robert roughly grabs her chin, pulling her mouth open. Grace clenched her jaw as she looked up at her father again, but this time, her eyes were void.  She grabbed the closest thing to her, which happened to be a stapler, and hit him with it. "You bitch!" He shouts at her, his eyes filling with rage. Grace quickly goes to stand up but she didn't get far. "Come here!" Robert grabs a hold of her, throwing her to the ground. She screams as he gets on top of her, dragging her back by her shirt as she tries to crawl away.

"Let me go!" She screams at him, thrashing around as the man violently Yanks her back. Grace reaches her hands out, trying to grab anything to get some leverage when she sees the knife that was from her plate next to her bed. Her eyes widen, feeling her father's grasp on her hair. But Grace just stretched as far as she could until the blade was in her hand. Quickly turning around, she slashes the knife where she can, getting him in the shoulder.

"Ah!" Robert falls off of her, grabbing a hold of her shoulder. So, she took her chance. She ran. And she ran like hell.

Grace got out of the door, running down the porch steps and out onto the open road. She could hear the door swinging open behind her. "Get back here!" Robert shouts as he holds his shoulder, standing on the porch and watching her continue running as fast as her legs can. "Grace, I swear to god! I will fucking kill you if you don't come back here right now!" He threatened but his voice was getting farther away meaning that she was getting farther away from him. Grace glances back, seeing the distant figures of her mother and father watching her. But she didn't stop and there was no way in hell, she was ever going back there.

Grace didn't know how long she was running, she just wanted to get as far away as possible. It had become night and she was running along the road. But with the dehydration and barely eating anything, let alone the beating she took from her father, she was starting to feel weak.

Sitting in the backseat of a car, a brunette was playing a game on her phone as her parents sat in the front seat. She let out a sigh as she lost the level making her eyes roll. The brunette glances up, only to see a girl walk out in front of their car. "Mom, look out!" She shouts causing her mother to slam on the brakes as she notices the young girl.

"Oh my-" Her mom breathes heavily as the car comes to a halt, not a mere inch from the blonde. Grace's eyes were wide as she stared at the headlights in front of her. "Oh lord, is she all right?" The woman asked as she could see that the girl had been hurt badly by the bruises on her face. She unlocks the door, opening it when her husband glances over.

"Honey, I don't think it's wise-" He tries to say but she only gets out of the car, quickly making her way over to the girl who had sat down in a fetal position.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" The woman asks as she bends down next to her. Grace only shook her head as she felt her whole body freeze. She didn't know if it was because she was out in the cold or because of the fear that her father would find her.

"P-please help me," Grace mutters, her voice full of fear as she stares wide-eyed at the ground. The older woman furrows her eyebrows, a look of concern washing over her face.

"Mom?" The brunette had gotten out of the car and had wandered over to the two.

"It's okay, Hayley. Just wait in the car." Her mother tells her but the brunette just stays put as her mother turns back to Grace.

"Are you in trouble?" She asks softly and all Grace could do was slowly nod her head. "Who are you in trouble with?" The woman asks but Grace remains quiet, her eyes squeezed shut.

"We should help her." The brunette says making her mother sigh. It wasn't like she didn't want to, but they didn't know who she was or where she even came from. She could be dangerous.

"We don't even know who she is." Her mother responded but the girl wasn't letting down. She clearly needed help as anyone could see she had been beaten.

"At least for tonight. We can't leave her out here." She points out as they were in the middle of a dark street.

"Honey, you can come stay with us tonight, okay?" The older woman says as she gives a comforting smile to Grace. For the first time, Grace meets her eyes, a tear slipping from them.

"Thank you," Grace says quietly as she nods her head. The woman helps her stand up, bringing her to the backseat of the car. She gets in while the brunette gets in the other side. The mom puts the car in drive, glancing at her husband before taking off. Grace was just looking at her hands after putting her seatbelt on when a hand was placed in front of her. The blonde looks up, seeing the teenage girl holding it out.

"I'm Hayley." She introduced herself and Grace just stayed silent for a moment, flickering her eyes between the brunette and her hand.

"Grace." She responds softly with a small smile pulling on her lips. The brunette just smiles back at her as Grace shakes her hand. Grace moves her eyes out the window, watching as the town passes by in the darkness. She couldn't help the sense of relief that washed over her when she realized that she wouldn't have to go back there tonight.

But little did she know, she was never going to step foot in that house ever again.

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Edited 1/10/2024