Revenge

Chapter 9

It had been three and a half hours since Connie had left the house. Of course, Grace wasn't at all surprised. She was disappointed though - she had genuinely believed her mum that time. But she supposed that her work would always come first and that there was nothing she could do about that. That's just the way it had always been.

She couldn't yet manage walking up or down the stairs on her own so she had decided to put another film on. She couldn't get to her bedroom and there wasn't much else to do.

Half way through the film, she heard a car pull up in front of the house. Finally, she thought. She pushed herself up off of the sofa and headed over to the door, ready to roll her eyes at her mother.

She assumed she'd have some sort of present for her, in way of an apology - most likely pizza, as usual. She didn't want anything apart from her mum's time. She couldn't work out why Connie couldn't understand that.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Why was she knocking?  She'd seen her pick up her keys.

She moved hesitantly closer to the door and opened it slightly.

"Jacob," she smiled, opening the door wider and letting him in.

Just seeing his face had cheered her up. She didn't know why she didn't get on with him at first. He always made time for her. He was always there for her when her mum wasn't. If there was someone she didn't like, it certainly wasn't Jacob.

"Wh- what are you doing here?" She asked as he crouched down to give the dog a quick stroke.

"I'm here to pick up the rest of my things," he said. "I cleared it with your mum the other day, didn't she tell you?"

Grace shook her head. She had hoped that his reason for visiting would be a happier one than that, but she supposed that he would have to pick his things up sooner or later. It had been over a week since he and her mum had broken up after all.

"Where is your mum?" he asked, looking around. "I thought she had the day off?"

Grace rolled her eyes, telling him everything he needed to know. "She had to go in," she replied bluntly. "She was only supposed to be gone an hour." She looked up at the clock before looking back at him. "That was almost four hours ago."

Jacob smiled sadly down at her, placing a caring hand on her shoulder. "I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll collect my things and then we can go out for something to eat, sound good?"

Grace's face lit up, but only for a split second. "But w- what about mum?" She asked. "Won't sh- she wonder where I am?"

"I'll give her a call," he replied, winking at her.

Not longer after, he ran upstairs, picking up his belongings and throwing them into his bag. Nostalgia kicked in as he walked around Connie's bedroom. He sighed at the prospect of what could have been.

After collecting his things from the bathroom, he checked the wardrobe for any clothes he might have forgotten. Looking around, he noticed Connie's clothes scattered over the bed. She must have been in a rush he thought. He smiled to himself sadly as he picked up her screwed up jeans from the floor.

As he did, he noticed a note that had been hidden underneath them. He folded her jeans and crouched down to pick it up.

His face was a picture of confusion and worry as he unfolded the letter and read the bold words.

You will pay for what you have done.

His heart almost stopped as the words sunk in. Who had sent this?

He searched the floor for an envelope but he couldn't find one. He looked back at the letter and read the same sentence over and over again. When had she recieved this?

He decided to head back downstairs and find out if Grace knew anything about it. He wouldn't tell her what it said though, he didn't want to worry her.

"Grace?" he said, running down the stairs, the letter in hand. "Has anyone been to the house today?" He gave her a chance to answer before continuing. "To deliver anything?"

Grace shook her head. "No, apart from the p- post this morning."

"Anything - interesting?" he asked, trying not to be too obvious.

"No.. I don't think so," she replied, starting to get slightly suspiscious. "Why?"

Jacob came up with some sort of excuse before shoving the crumpled letter in his back pocket. 

"You ready to go out?" he asked, picking up his bag. "I'll give your mum a ring and let her know what's going on," he said.

He tried calling her but when her ring tone came from the kitchen, he realised she'd left her phone at home.

"She must have forgotten it," he told Grace. "I'll leave her a note."

After scribbling down a small note and leaving it on the kitchen table, he and Grace headed out to his car.

As promised, here is the next chapter. It's shorter than the other but I'm actually thinking about writing another one tonight... I don't know. I'll have to see. But if you don't get another one tonight, I'll definitely update it tomorrow.

I hope you're still enjoying the story. There's much more to come yet.

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