Past (36)

Past (36)

Grace

'Your parents want to take your custody back.' The message read. It was from my past lawyer who assigned my foster parents my custody. It was such bad news.

“Your foster parents?” Jake asked me. I completely forgot that he was with me. My mind was going blank. Everything that happened to me under my so-called foster parents supervision, started rushing back to me. Starvation, my dog, beating, the abuse, everything.

“Grace.” Jake shook me by grabbing my shoulders. My hand shivered and caught Jake's shirt sleeve in panic.

“Jake. This is terrible. I can't go back. I won't survive this, again.” I mumbled to him. Jake took my phone that was ready to fall anytime out of my hand and tugged me to his side, hugging me. I circled his waist and buried my face in his chest. Hugging him like he was my lifeline. Which I somehow felt he was. His steady heartbeat calmed me a bit.