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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2013 0:22:07 GMT -8
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That son of a bitch. His whole family was a bunch of liars. For the first time, Ben was thankful that he had been kicked out. Being gay, even at sixteen, was a crime. And just like his cousin had been months before for the same crime, Ben had gotten kicked out. That was the way the Forresters handled problems. They swept them under the rug and pretended that they didn't exist. But this? This was just wrong. And maybe Ben shouldn't have been so shocked. But he was. Gracie had wanted to know who her birth parents were. And he had told her to stop by the office today. But to tell her that her dad was Nathan?
He could already imagine what had happened. The golden boy screwed up. Probably cheated on Pam. And when the other woman told him she was pregnant, ran to their mother for help. And she, like a leech, threatened to suck her dry if she didn't sign the rights away. Once more, the Forresters swept the problem under the rug. It sickened him. But now- how was he going to tell her? She was going to be so hurt. He had the results in an envelope. She'd be there any minute now.
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Feb 1, 2013 12:18:14 GMT -8
GRACIE FORRESTER - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His would finally be it. Gracie would finally know who her father was. She would finally have a family again. A parent. Gracie needed a parent. Not a brother or sister or uncle or aunt or whatever. A mother and a father.The girl was only fifteen years old. The girl needed a parent. She had know idea that everything was about to change though. That she was about to learn that even the people whom you trust the most keep secrets, lie about who they really are. She was suppose to meet Uncle Ben at his office. Uncle Ben. Sure, he was actually her brother. But she had always grown accustomed to calling him Uncle Ben.
Gracie was actually excited. Her parents. She would finally find out who they were. She could have a daddy again. For so long, a piece of her felt completely empty. Deep down, all she wanted to do was find out about her real family. But this was something that she could never say aloud. She was a good girl. Proper. She never cried, never showed when she was upset. She never threw tantrums. She was a rules girl. She always followed them. That was just who she was.
After school, Gracie stopped by her locker to check her make-up and to grab the things she would need in order to do her homework that night. She left the building and walked to the bus stop. Paying the bus fair after getting on, she walked to the back, taking a seat, sitting by the window. After about ten minutes, she reached her stop and got off. She walked up to the building where Ben worked and walked inside, looking for the correct door. When she found it, she took in a deep breathe. She finally knocked on the door and slowly opened it. “Uncle Ben?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2013 0:34:10 GMT -8
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Uncle Ben. All of a sudden, it was eerie that she called him that. Even though she had done it for so long. He gripped the envelope. She looked so happy. He sighed. There was no way he could do this. He had to come up with something to say to her. He just didn't know what yet So, he started by gesturing for her to sit at the table, where there was a pitcher of water and a glass. He wished it had something much stronger. Closing the door, Ben decided to stall a little. Maybe even persuade her not to know. After all, she was just a kid. He was an adult. That meant that he knew what was best, right?
''As your attorney, I have to inform you of the risks involved. These cases, they usually don't end well. One girl wound up taking a gun and killing her birth parents. She'now serving life with no possibility of parole.'' Atta boy, Ben. Scare the poor girl. ''You know, this man has done nothing for you in fifteen years. You have a family. I really think you should just turn back now before you get hurt. But that's just my professional opinion.'' Bullshit. There was nothing objective or professional in anything he just said. That was entirely personal. But he couldn't help it. He had always been protective of his sister.
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Feb 2, 2013 1:19:26 GMT -8
GRACIE FORRESTER - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Gracie took a seat in the chair and stayed quiet, listening to Ben speak. “Why are you telling me about some girl that shot her parents? That's not me. I would never do such a god awful thing. You should know. You know the woman who raised me. I'm more mature than any other kid my own age. I don't cry or throw tantrums. I can handle anything that comes my way, Uncle Ben.” And it was true. Gracie was a good girl. She never caused any sort of trouble and always followed the rules. Even if it was something that she disagreed to. She never shared her own opinions. Not if it would possibly cause an argument. “Uncle Ben? I don't care. I am fifteen years old. Papa passed away. Mama... she has Alzheimers. I need a parent. I need to know who my dad is. I have to know.”
Gracie was never one to ever get impatient. But this one time she found herself getting that way. So she got to her feet, grabbing the envelope. She turned her back to him and ripped it open before he could stop her and pulled out the piece of paper that wpould change everything. She unfolded the piece of paper and her eyes went straight to the name... No! No, no, no. That could not be right! “No...” she could feel the tears stinging her eyes, her hands trembling. She could feel her anger rising. Immediately she ripped the paper up, the pieces dropping to the floor. “He is not my father.” She shook her head, turning back to Ben. “I don't know what to believe anymore. Everyone has lied to me. I feel...betrayed. I feel...angry. I have never felt like this before. I-I don't-” She shook her head.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2013 17:51:35 GMT -8
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Ben didn't argue when she took it. He watched as mommy's little robot broke down. When she spoke, he rushed to her, hugging her. ''It's okay. You're allowed. It's called being human. There's about seven billion of us,'' he joked. But this was no time for jokes. Just like his dad's funeral. And yet, he had stood up and spoke, making crude jokes. Nobody was proud of him for it, except perhaps his husband. And maybe Aidan. He wasn't even supposed to be there. Maybe now Gracie understood why he did it. His family destroyed lives.
But Gracie shouldn't have had to be one of them. Ben looked at her. ''Don't let them do this to you. I'm stuck with this family. Why should you be? You want some advise? Get your hands on some money and get the hell out of dodge. Go somewhere you feel like you belong and start over. You deserve it. And if I had money, I'd give it to you. This family is screwed up. Don't get caught in the middle of their bullshit''
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Feb 4, 2013 1:43:47 GMT -8
GRACIE FORRESTER - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And who do you think you are Running round leaving scars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Get out. Go somewhere. To a place that you feel like you belong, feel safe. She trusted Ben more than most people. She had never said that to anyone. And now, well, he was the only person that she could trust. Her parents, Nathan, everyone had lied to her. She needed to get out of here. To get away from it all. She wanted to go back home. Back to the UK. She knew exactly where to go. To the one place that she had felt like she belonged, felt safe, felt like she was at home. At it was the only place that she had left. She had money. Enough money to get her there. This was it. Tonight. No, she was not going to go home and pack. No time. She did have her credit card. That should be enough to get her plane ticket straight to the UK. And she had two thousand in cash. In her purse.
“Uncle Ben?” Uncle Ben. That suddenly sounded so freaking weird. Yet, that was what Gracie had always called her brother. But now, as it turned out, he really was her uncle. She pulled her wallet from her purse. “I have all of the money that I need right here. I'm all set.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Guess it pays to be a saver and not a spender. Huh? Anyway, do you think you could drop me off at the airport?”
Gracie did not even stop to pack some things. She just wanted to get the hell out of Toronto. Once at the airport, she hugged Ben and told him that she would call, let him now how she was doing. He was the only one Gracie could trust her now. And then she got onto her flight to London, England.
Ten hours. That was how long it took for the plane to reach its destination. Ten very long hours. She got off of the plane and caught a taxi, giving him the address of the school she had lived at. The only place she ever truly felt safe, felt at home. Her plan? To go back. To live there. She was friends with a lot of people there. She was so sure that it was possible. But she also had a friend there. One she had kept in touch with, even after leaving London. And it was her room she had gone to. Told her the whole story and asked to stay in her room for a few days until she sorted everything out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 0:53:13 GMT -8
With the Sniper out there, Gracie missing was racking Nathan's nerves. Even though, at five pm, he couldn't exactly call her missing. But as the hours dwindled, and turned into twelve and one am, Nathan grew more and more panicked. At two am, he lost it and called the police. Countless police cars were searching the streets, and the detectives were looking through the letters they had received to search for some clue as to where the Sniper might have taken her. Because, at this point, any missing teenager was assumed to be another victim.
At three am, Detective Garrett was on his front porch, pounding him with questions. When did he see her last? Did he have a recent picture? Where might she go? Had he tried calling or even tracking her cell phone?
Cell phone. God, he was such an idiot. Rushing inside, he made the call to their provider. He was so shaken up, he couldn't even talk to the operator. Garrett took over, getting the information they needed. And all at once, the hunt for a dead girl was over. Location of the phone was in London, England.
He asked that a cop stay with the family, to make sure everybody stayed safe while he was gone. He didn't even pack. He simply woke up Neveah, told her what was going on and said that she was in charge. He told her that they didn't need to go to school in the morning if they didn't want to. He just wanted her to keep a close eye on the others. He woke up Kari, and told her that he had to go. He urged her to keep the doors locked and the alarm on. He didn't want anything to happen to them while he was gone.
And at five am, he was on a plane. Ten hours was a long flight, and the entire time, it was spent chattering away at the flight attendant who wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. He honestly didn't know what led her back here? And while she should have been his responsibility all her life, she definitely was now. He wasn't going to just leave her there. She was his daughter, even if she didn't know it (or so he thought).
At four pm, he was going to the exact address of the phone. With a sigh, he knocked on the door of the dormitory in the school. This had better work. If he didn't find her, he'd call up the British police. He waited, but was impatient so knocked again within seconds. He was even going to knock a third time, when the door was opened. Well, here went nothing
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Feb 27, 2013 11:41:41 GMT -8
This could not be happening. How could her family do this to her? Lie to her like that? Did they believe her to be some kind of idiot? Did they think that this was something that she would never find out? They were nuts, psychotic. Her entire family. No way was she ever going back to that Hell. Not one fucking chance. Even if they did happen to find her, there was no way. No fucking way at all was he going to take her back to Toronto. Back to the family that did nothing but lie to her for fifteen years.
At the moment, Gracie was alone in her friends room. She had told her that she needed to stop by the library to do some research. Gracie had decided to take a name while she was out of the room. After one hour into her nap, however, she heard the door and sat up. She was not so sure that she should even answer. But she decided to go ahead and do so, just in case it was important. Standing up, she walked over and opened the door. And did not expect to see him. She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. “What are you doing here, Nathan?” she hissed. “Or should I say... Father?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 13:14:24 GMT -8
"Mom, I don't know what to do"
"Nathan? What did you do?"
"I-I turned my back for two minutes. Her leg is broken."
"She's four years old!"
"I-I know! Pam is going to kill me. What do I do?"
"Listen to me. If you're going to be a father to Neveah then shape up! You never show your weaknesses. Make them believe that you know everything. Even if you're just finding things out when you talk to them. Girls are different from boys. When it comes to raising them, there is no room for weaknesses. I'm going to take her to the hospital. My advice? Get rid of that tree. You can't afford any more falls."
Never show weaknesses. That was something Nathan remembered to this day. He had done his best to make it clear to his kids that he knew everything. Just because they were in some dormitory in some school, and he was pretty sure that they were trespassing, didn't mean that was going to change anytime soon. So as soon as she started talking, while he was surprised that she called him father, he didn't show it. Forcing the door to open all the way, he made sure that she wouldn't be able to slam it in his face.
"Yes. Clever. Look. You have questions, sure. But not here. Not now. So you have two choices. You can come with me, we'll go for a walk, and you can ask me any question you have. Or, you can stay here, I'll call the police, and you can talk to me from a jail cell. And forewarning, Gracie Julie Forrester. If you don't choose, I will choose for you. And it will be embarrassing and humiliating. After leaving with no warning, I'm not holding back to save you from public shame. So consider your options wisely."
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Feb 27, 2013 17:52:36 GMT -8
No one could possibly understand how she was feeling right about now. When Gracie was a little girl, she use to dream about her birth parents. She thought that maybe they gave her up because they wanted to do what was best for their child. Maybe they were poor, didn't have the money. And one day, they would come looking for her. She was upset. And disappointed. That fairy tale would never happen now. She had no one left that she could trust. Didn't they ever think how this would affect her? Or maybe her feelings just did not matter. To anyone. Why should they? She was just some stupid little kid, right? That's probably what everyone thought of her as.
Gracie just rolled her eyes and took a step back. “I do not care.” She shook her head and walked over, sitting down on her friends bed. “You cannot make me do anything that I do not want to do. You may be my biological father, but you are not family. You're dead to me now.” She was not sure that she would ever be able to forgive him for this. Ever. “Get the Hell out of my life. Okay?” She quickly got to her feet and pointed towards the door. “Leave. Now!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 10:25:36 GMT -8
Nathan knew she didn't mean it. She was a kid. She was upset. And eventually, she would want to know why. But in order for him to be able to answer it she would need to be with him. He didn't know how to handle this. He knew how his father would have done. But Nathan tried to keep the belt as a last resort. Honestly, he only knew one person who had flight-risk kids. So he had to consider what he had never before. What would Ben do? That wasn't a question Nathan liked to ponder. Ben was...unpredictable. There was never telling what he might do in any given situation. He had always been that way, ever since they were teenagers. He had no idea how Marco ever put up with him.
Heaving a sigh, Nathan looked out into the hallway. This place reminded him of his school. That's when it hit him. He left the room and approached the first kid he saw. And two minutes later, the fire alarm was pulled and Nathan waited behind a tree. She would have to come out. School rules.
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