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Hunted 155

    <b>Chapter </b><b>155 </b>


    <b>Kai’s </b><b>POV</b><b>: </b>


    Mother arrived at the hospital 45 minutester. As she walked into the room, I could tell she was about to greet us <b>I </b>quickly ced my finger on my lips indicating for her to be quiet and pointed to Gracie sleeping. Mother’s <b>eyes </b>widen in surprise before rxing into a warmer gaze. As she made her way over to the couch near the patio, I <b>began </b>to ease my way out of the bed slowly. I quickly grabbed my pillow to ce it under her as a substitute for <b>my </b>chest until I returned. I couldn’t believe myself; I was suddenly jealous of a pillow. Shaking my head, I made my way over to my mother.


    She smiled warmly as I say next to her.


    <i>“</i><i>So</i>, <i>how’d </i>you get <i>her </i>to <i>finally </i><i>fall </i><i>asleep</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    We both looked at Gracie who was slumbering peacefully; smiling, I shook my head.


    “<i>Honestly</i><i>, </i>I’m <i>not </i><i>sure</i><i>. </i><i>One </i>minute <i>she </i><i>was </i><i>telling </i><i>me </i><i>she </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>sleepy </i><i>and </i><i>the </i><i>next </i><i>moment </i>I <i>could </i>hear light <i>snoring</i>.”


    My mother smiled once more.


    <i>“</i><i>She </i>must <i>be </i><i>exhausted</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I looked at my mother with a serious expression.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i><i>take </i><i>it </i>she <i>hasn’t </i><i>been </i><i>getting </i><i>much </i><i>sleep</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    Mom looked at me with a grimace expression and lightly shook her head. <fn9a88> Discover more novels at find?novel</fn9a88>


    <i>“</i><i>No. </i><i>She’s </i><i>been </i><i>going </i><i>to bed </i><ite </i><i>and </i><i>waking </i><i>up </i><i>early </i><i>at </i><i>the </i><i>estate </i><i>and </i><i>her </i><i>first </i><i>night </i><i>there</i>…”


    Mom paused for a moment and then continued.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i><i>went </i><i>to </i><i>check </i><i>on </i><i>her </i><i>just </i>to <i>make </i>sure <i>she </i><i>was </i><i>settled</i><i>, </i><i>when </i><i>I </i><i>walked </i><i>in </i><i>her </i><i>room</i>, <i>she </i><i>was </i><i>in </i>a <i>cold </i><i>sweat</i>…I <i>think </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>having </i><i>a </i><i>bad </i><i>dream</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Then my mother’s face harden.


    <i>“</i><i>It </i><i>was </i><i>probably </i><i>nightmares </i><i>about </i><i>those </i><i>people</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    My mother’s tone darkened as she thought about the Rochesters. I could feel my expression mirroring hers.


    “<i>So</i><i>, </i><i>it </i><i>was </i><i>that </i><i>bad</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    <b>9:43 </b>Wed<b>, </b><b>Sep </b>10


    “<i>Emm </i>hmm<i>. </i><i>Those </i>wretched people…<i>they </i>were abusing her.”


    My eyes widen and my head snapped towards my mother…Abused!


    “You mean emotionally or-”


    <i>“</i><i>I </i>mean emotionally<i>, </i><i>verbally</i><i>…</i><i>physically</i><i>.</i>”


    I could feel the rage burning in my chest like acid. Those bastards!!!! To think they hurt someone so precious to


    me!!!


    <i>“</i><i>Are </i><i>you </i><i>specting </i>or <i>do </i>you know <i>for </i><i>sure</i>?”


    My voice was heavy, my mother looked at me with a worried expression. She knew what Gracie meant to me and what I was capable of. Letting out a light sigh, she confirmed what she knew.


    <i>“</i><i>After </i><i>we made </i><i>the </i><i>engagement </i><i>request </i><i>with </i><i>Gracie</i><i>, </i><i>we </i><i>gave </i><i>her </i><i>a </i><i>week </i>to <i>make her </i><i>decision</i>. During that <i>time</i>, <i>we </i><i>decided </i><i>to </i><i>do </i><i>a </i><i>little </i><i>digging</i><i>. </i><i>I </i><i>had </i><i>the feeling </i><i>something </i><i>was </i><i>off </i><i>about </i><i>her </i><i>family</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>pry </i>Gracie <i>too </i>


    <i>soon</i>.”


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    I sat quietly as my mother continued.


    “<i>We </i><i>managed </i><i>to </i><i>speak </i><i>with </i><i>one </i><i>of </i><i>their </i><i>servants</i><i>, </i><i>they </i><i>were </i><i>reluctant </i><i>as </i><i>first</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>Cameron </i><i>was </i><i>quite </i><i>persuasive</i>.”


    Kai smiled lightly thinking about his loyal assistant.


    “<i>The </i><i>things </i><i>we </i><i>found </i><i>out </i><i>were </i><i>disturbing</i>. <i>ording </i>to <i>the </i><i>servant</i><i>, </i><i>Gracie </i><i>came </i><i>back </i><i>home </i><i>when </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>twelve </i><i>after </i><i>her </i><i>mother </i><i>passed</i><i>. </i><i>They </i><i>said </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>moment </i><i>she </i><i>arrived </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>met </i><i>with </i><i>indifference </i><i>and </i><i>cold </i><i>shoulders </i><i>from </i><i>that </i><i>family</i><i>; </i><i>while </i><i>their </i><i>entire </i><i>lives </i><i>revolved </i><i>around </i><i>the </i><i>adoptive </i><i>daughter</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    What the hell kind of people were these?


    <i>“</i><i>They </i><i>said </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>ced </i><i>in a </i><i>storage </i><i>closet </i><i>for </i><i>a </i><i>bedroom</i>. <i>That </i><i>I </i><i>all </i><i>but </i><i>confirmed </i><i>myself </i><i>the </i><i>day </i><i>your </i><i>father </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>went </i><i>to </i><i>get </i><i>her</i>. <i>She </i><i>only </i><i>wore </i><i>hand</i>–<i>me</i><i>–</i><i>down</i><i>–</i><i>clothes</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>would </i><i>often </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>perform </i><i>servant </i><i>duties </i><i>as </i><i>a </i><i>way </i>of <i>showing </i><i>her </i><i>gratitude </i><i>for </i><i>them </i><i>taking </i><i>her </i><i>in</i><i>. </i><i>Imagine </i><i>THAT</i><i>! </i><i>Having </i><i>your </i><i>child </i><i>be </i><i>grateful </i><i>you raised </i><i>her</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I could hear the disdain in my mother’s voice…it matched my expression.


    <i>“</i><i>And </i><i>even </i><i>though </i>she <i>confirmed </i><i>some </i><i>of </i><i>what </i><i>we </i><i>already knew</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>withheld </i><i>some </i><i>information</i>. <i>I </i><i>think </i>out <i>of </i><i>shame</i><i>, </i><i>so </i><i>we </i><i>didn’t </i><i>pressure </i><i>her</i><i>. </i><i>Still</i><i>, </i><i>there </i><i>was </i><i>no </i><i>way </i><i>your </i><i>father </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>let her </i><i>stay </i><i>in </i><i>that </i><i>house </i>a <i>moment </i><i>longer</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I nodded my head in agreement; I was d they took care of her in my stead.


    <i>“</i><i>And </i>to <i>think</i><i>, </i><i>her </i><i>father </i><i>was </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>marry </i><i>her </i>off to <i>that </i>Brooks <i>boy </i><i>KNOWING</i>, <i>he </i><i>was </i>in <i>love </i><i>with </i><i>the </i><i>adoptive </i><i>daughter</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    <b>9:43 </b><b>Wed</b><b>, </b><b>Sep </b><b>10 </b>


    <b>1913 </b>


    I could feel my tipping point reaching it’s end at the mention of that asshole she was set to marry<b>. </b>So, he <b>had </b>also abused my Gracie…looks like the Brooks family would pay as well.


    “<b>If </b><i>they </i><i>love </i><i>the </i><i>adoptive </i><i>daughter </i><i>so </i><i>much </i><i>why </i><i>did </i><i>they </i><i>want </i><i>Gracie </i>to <i>marry </i><i>that </i>Brooks fool<b><i>?</i></b><b><i>” </i></b>


    <i>“</i><i>Apparently </i><i>his </i><i>grandfather </i><i>had </i><i>a </i><i>bloodline </i><iplex</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>Huh</i><i>…</i>I <i>see</i><b><i>.</i></b><b>” </b>


    My mother stayed for about an hour in a half catching me up on what she knew so far about the Rochesters and Brooks family. To think two households that never meant so much as blink to me would now be on my most wanted list. They’d crossed the line and for no valid reason….they would pay for every tear she shed, every scar she had, every dream that was turned into a nightmare. I wanted them all to burn for her agony!


    I walked my mother to the door as she decided to head back home, it was gettingte, and I wanted to be up early so that I could finally leave this ce.


    Smiling at my mother, I was grateful she loved Gracie so much.


    “Mom, thank you for finding her and bringing her back to me.”


    Hugging me tightly, my mother smiled warmly.


    “I know you have something nned for her birthday that will involve that family. Just keep us afloat…and let me know how your father and I can assist.”


    I could see the fire burning in my mother’s eyes, she was most certainly furious. Above everyone, my mother might have been the only person that loved Gracie almost as much as I did. She’d been there from that first day on the beach, and knowing Gracie also helped her in the same manner, I knew she meant everything to her.


    I made my way back over to the bed; Gracie was still sleeping soundly. It warmed my heart watching her get a good night’s rest. From what I’d just learned, she truly needed it. She wouldn’t have to worry anymore, now that I’d found her again…I would take care of her forever. I needed her happy and healthy from this point on.


    I slid slowly back into the bed cing the pillow behind my head and her head back onto my chest. She adjusted herself and tightened her grip on my shirt. Her face looked peaceful, I could myself falling in love with her even


    more.


    Leaning my head back, I turned a show on the TV and turned the light off. I’d been sleep for over six months, it was time I woke up and reminded everyone who the Christiansens were and what the penalty was for crossing our loved


    <b>ones</b><b>. </b>


    <b>9:43 </b><b>Wed</b><b>, </b><b>Sep </b><b>10 </b>
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