Chapter 8

"We're finished with the presentation, at least." Harry said as we finished the last slide. I nodded and bit my lip when I heard the familiar footsteps coming up the stairs. 

"What?" 

"Josh's here. If I were you I'd leave immediately." I said seeing Nick pull into the driveway with Maricela and Derek coming in after. 

"Wh-" 

"Don't question jus-" I was interrupted by Josh slamming my door open, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. 

"So did you just not get the message at school? Like at all?" He asked, his hand stroking the bottom half of his face as he looked at me. 

"I did-" 

"Grace! I literally fucking bust my ass to make sure no guy comes near you and hurts you but you cannot honestly fucking think I'm going to let you get hurt by this asshole! He's bad for you! I'm not even exaggerating when I say he fucks anything with legs! So what does that make you? If you sleep with a whore you're one by association!" He yelled at me and I widened my eyes when I saw two figures behind him, both equally as pissed. 

"Say that a-fucking-gain." Nick yelled, pinning his head to the doorframe and Derek pushed him into the hallway. 

"We both fucking warned you about what the fuck you say to her!" Derek was yelling in Josh's face as they argued and practically dragged him into the room across from mine which was Josh's room, slamming the door shut behind them. 

"Wait no please don't hurt him!" I yelled jumping from the bed only to be caught by Martin who shook his head. 

"You know better than to get involved." He warned as Maricela joined them in the room, slamming the door shut and I was sobbing uncontrollably as I begged my mom to help Josh. 

"Mom please. They're going to hurt him. Mom!" I yelled trying to fight from Martin who held me firmly against the wall as the door opened to reveal Josh being punched in the jaw by Nick when my mom busted through. 

"Josh!" I yelled trying to fight, Harry was just watching from the bed, unable to do anything because of shock. I kneed Martin in the balls, escaping. 

"No! Grab her!" He yelled to Harry as he dropped but I slid on the floor away from Harry and ran into the room, throwing Nick and Derek off of him, and was accidentally pushed onto the floor by Derek who widened his eyes. 

"Stop! Please." I begged, hovering over Josh's body as he laid on the floor. 

"Why the fuck did you let her go!" Maricela yelled at Martin who gripped his balls as he walked in, I was too busy focused on Josh to notice anything going on behind me. I helped him up, leading him downstairs to the kitchen. I sat him on the stool, running quickly to get an icepack from the freezer and placed it onto his jaw. He groaned in pain as I sat on his lap, inspecting the damage I had cause. 

"I'm sorry." I sobbed as I hugged him tightly. He pressed a kiss to my head and shook his head mumbling his own apologies into my shoulder. 

"Why the fuck did you get involved?" Nick practically yelled at me as he entered. "You were hurting him!" "I don't give two fucking shits! You do not get involved in any fights we have! We're grown men, Leslie! We outweigh and outpower you! Never fucking do that shit again!" 

"Let me see." Derek sighed as he came over to me. 

"Over my dead fucking body." Josh moved his arm on either side of me to keep me in place. "That can be arranged!" Derek warned and I just shook my head and sniffled. 

"Grace, are you okay?" My sister asked and I nodded but broke down crying again and shook my head no. "You guys hurt him really bad." "I didn't ask about him, he's a big boy. He can handle himself." She warned and I just shook my head in disbelief. 

"Harry you need to leave. Now." I warned him but he opened to interject but my mom was already seeing him out. 

"Another thing. Why don't you answer dad's calls?" Mari asked and I just shrugged and Josh tensed up. "She wants nothing to do with him. If he even tries to fuck with her I'll be sure I'll beat his ass. I don't care if he's my father or not, what he did to Grace is just disgusting." Josh warned and all my siblings faces turned from angry to confusion. 

"What did he do to Grace?" Martin asked the question nobody wanted to. 

"Grace, go upstairs." My mom said and I shook my head no. "No, I'm not a little kid anymore. I-" "Go. I don't want you to cry more than you have today. They won't hurt me. I promise." Josh said and I shook my head as I looked at him. 

"Please I don't want to." 

"Go, Gracie. Please. I don't feel like arguing with you right now." He begged and I sighed, looking at Nick who expected an answer. 

"Please don't hurt him. Nick I mean it." 

"We won't. Go." He promised and I stood up slowly before walking upstairs to my room, hearing them begin to talk when my door shut completely. I could hear the sobs of my mother through the thin walls and the sobs from my sister who later joined me in my bed, telling me her share of sorries before spending the night with me, her and her husband sandwiching me in unconditional love that I never recieved from my dad but she was graced with.