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3. The Grace I’ve Known Ch. 01-03 free porn video
CHAPTER ONE
FALL, FRESHMAN YEAR
Nicholas woke suddenly. His phone was ringing. What the fuck? It was… 11:02 pm, who was calling him this late?
He fumbled in the darkness, groping towards the LCD screen glowing neon through the darkness. ‘Grace’, said the caller ID. What was Grace doing calling him so late on a Tuesday? He hadn’t heard from her in weeks and now she wanted to talk in the middle of the night?
‘Hello?’ He answered making sure that the annoyance was audible in his voice.
There was no response. He was going to be so mad if she was drunk dialing.
He sighed. ‘Grace? Hello?’
‘Kolya?’
He sat bolt upright in bed, suddenly alert. Grace never called him Kolya anymore, she hadn’t since they were about ten. Her voice was barely above a whisper and it wavered, she sounded scared.
‘Grace? What’s the matter?’
‘Kolya?’
‘Yes, it’s me. Where are you? What’s wrong?’
‘Kolya I… I…’
She was crying, he could hear the sharpness of her breath.
‘Where are you?’
‘Under… under an overpass.’
Fuck. Nicholas’ heart was racing. He could only think of bad reasons why she would be crying under an overpass in the middle of the night.
‘Okay, just calm down. Which overpass?’ He was out of bed now, stumbling around his dorm room, trying to hit the light switch.
‘I don’t know… by the river.’ She was still talking softly, just barely above a whisper.
‘Near school?’
‘I think so.’
He’d found the light and was pulling clothes on as quickly as he could.
‘Okay, I’m coming to get you. All you have to do is wait for me. I’m going to call a cab and then call you straight back okay?’
He didn’t want to hang up on her but there was no other option.
Luckily he got a cabbie that knew the area well. He’d only been in Boston for a few weeks and he’d spent most of his time on the Cambridge side of the river, he had no idea where overpasses by the river near Boston University were.
‘Ask if she can see the Citgo sign,’ the cabbie said. When Nicholas replied ‘No,’ he said, ‘Ask if there is traffic on both sides or just one.’ There was traffic on both sides and the cabbie took him straight to her. Well, as close as he could stop, it was a huge intersection.
Nicholas’ heart was in his throat as he jogged across the road and under the overpass.
‘Grace?’ He called out. He was still on the phone to her and he heard his own echo through the ear piece.
‘Nicholas?’
He followed her voice. It was dark under there, very dark.
‘Grace where are you? I can’t see you.’
‘Nicholas?’ She was crying again, hiccupping uncontrollably. He stumbled towards the sound, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness.
It stank under there, like piss and trash and something else, something acrid. He could see her now, at least her silhouette. She was huddled with her arms around her legs, shaking.
‘Grace, it’s Nicholas. I’m here now, it’s okay,’ he tried to reassure her even as his own heart hammered rapidly in his chest.
He touched her and she flinched. She wasn’t looking at him, she had her head turned away, her shoulders lurching from her uneven breathing.
‘Grace, look at me.’ He brought his hand to her jaw and turned her face towards him. He gasped. Even in the darkness of the overpass he could see the swollen flesh, the dried blood, but that wasn’t the worst. Her face was encrusted with something pale. It was the smell that was immediately identifiable. She smelled like semen.
Nicholas felt nauseous. Bile pushed upwards from his stomach, and heat passed over his forehead. His palms prickled. He stood up and made it just three steps away from her before he hurled. Pure stomach acid burned his esophagus and ignited a flame behind his nose. It made his eyes water. He dry heaved a few more times but there was nothing else to bring up.
Fuck. His head was spinning. What should he do? What was the next thing to do? He got his phone back out and dialed 911. He asked for the police and an ambulance and then he went back to Grace.
He sat down beside her in the cold damp dirt and put his arms around her. She stank but he pulled her into his embrace. That was when he realized she wasn’t wearing any pants. She was naked from the waist down.
‘Hush milaya,’ he murmured his dad’s pet name for her to try and calm her down, and if he were honest with himself, to calm himself down too. ‘It’s okay Gracie, I’m here now. I’ll take care of you.’
‘Please don’t tell anyone Kolya,’ her voice was weak and crackly.
‘Shh, don’t think about that now.’
‘Please?’
‘Okay milaya, I wont tell.’ Honestly he would have told her anything she wanted to hear at that moment. She could of asked him to assassinate the president and he would have murmured his agreement.
‘I’m serious Kolya, promise me you wont tell.’
He looked down at her familiar face, so small and broken and beaten to shit. ‘I promise Grace. I wont tell anyone.’
The police were there before long, and then the ambulance. He rode with her to the hospital. He held her hand gently, it was scratched and cut up and had dirt ground into the wounds. He tried to look at her face. He knew he needed to look her in the eye but he couldn’t help himself from looking away. She was so badly damaged.
‘Family only,’ they told him at the hospital.
‘She’s my cousin,’ he replied, and they seemed to accept that. Why shouldn’t they? It was close enough to the truth.
She didn’t want him in the exam room so he waited in the hallway outside. Women in colorful scrubs came and went from the room. Someone asked him about insurance.
‘She goes to BU, she’s on whatever plan they have there.’
It took hours. He stood and stood and stood and then he sat, leaning against the wall. The woman who had asked about insurance wanted to talk to him. She was tall and slim. When she sat down beside him in the hallway her knees were taller than his.
‘There is a problem,’ she said in a tone gentle yet efficient.
‘What?’ What more problems could there possibly be?
‘We had to put her under, she was too distressed. It looks like there was more than one man.’
Nicholas dropped his head into his hands. How could this have happened?
‘We need some information. Do you know if she takes an oral contraceptive?’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’
‘What about other medications or recreational drugs? Does she take anything, or is she allergic to anything?’
‘She’s allergic to walnuts and pecans. I don’t think she takes any drugs.’
‘Okay.’ She wrote some notes down on a chart. ‘She needs medication immediately, an antiretroviral cocktail so that if any of them were infected with HIV or Hep. B it wont transmit to her. It’s called Post Exposure Prophylaxis, it is very effective if administered immediately.’
‘So give it to her.’ Nicholas didn’t understand why there was even a question about it.
‘I can’t. The insurance company say they need to review the request, they can’t give an answer for three days.’
‘Three days? But you said she needs it now.’
The nurse nodded, intensity burning in her eyes. ‘Exactly. She needs it now. The sooner the better.’
‘How much is it?’
‘It’s thirty-two hundred dollars.’
‘Thirty-two hundred? Like three thousand two hundred?’ He was shocked.
‘I’m afraid so. I can’t tell you how important it is that she gets it right away. Is there any way you can get the money?’
Fuck. There was no way he could come up with money like that on his own. He was going to have to call his dad. ‘Yeah, I can get it.’
‘Okay, I’ll start the paperwork.’ She got up and left.
Nicholas pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at the d
isplay. It was almost 4 am, it would be close to 2 am in Denver. What was he going to say? Grace had made him promise not to tell anyone.
He got online on his phone and transferred all of the money he had in his savings account into his checking account. He had twenty-one hundred dollars, he only needed another eleven hundred. He’d just have to ask his dad to trust him. He scrolled down to his number and hit send.
It rang a few times and then he heard his voice. ‘Nicholas?’
‘Hey dad, are you awake?’
‘What’s wrong? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?’
‘I need a favor.’ A big favor, he thought.
‘What is it? Is it an emergency? Are you okay?’ There was urgency in his voice.
‘I’m fine. It is an emergency though, I need money.’
‘What? Money? What have you gotten yourself into?’ Now he sounded suspicious.
‘I can’t tell you. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. I need eleven hundred dollars and I need it now.’
‘What the fuck Nicholas? Is this some sort of sick joke? Are you high?’
He could hear his mom in the background, asking what the problem was.
‘No. I need you to trust me dad. Please… you could save somebody’s life.’
There was no response.
‘Please dad, you know me,’ he begged, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong. It is for someone else. You could save their life.’
There was still no response. He decided to play the only card he had.
‘Please don’t make me call granddad Hari, because I will. I will call him if you say no.’ It was a sly move and he didn’t like doing it. His dad didn’t get along with his granddad Hari and grandma Priya.
He heard a long sigh on the other end of the phone and then the tap of a keyboard.
‘Eleven hundred?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Okay, it’s done.’
‘Thanks dad. One day I might be able to tell you what it is for and you will thank me. Trust me on that.’
‘I’m doing a lot of trusting tonight Nicholas.’
‘I know.’ He saw the insurance lady walking towards him with a clipboard stacked with papers. ‘I’ve got to go now. Thank you.’
He hung up. He hung up on his dad after he had just sent him a shit ton of money in the middle of the night without knowing what it was for. Nicholas felt shitty on levels he didn’t even know existed.
‘Do you have the funds?’ She asked.
Nicholas navigated back to his checking account page on his phone and hit refresh. The money was there, just like his dad had said.
They kept Grace for the rest of the night. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t stay but he didn’t want to leave. In the end he slept fitfully in the corner chair in the waiting room.
When he decided it was late enough to get up and enquire after her he had a major headache and every muscle in his body was tense and sore.
She had to sit through a counseling session before they would discharge her, so she would know what medicine to take and when. He sat beside her and listened and in the end asked for a pen and paper. She was on so many different medicines that all required strict adherence, and he didn’t want to risk forgetting something or mixing them up. Some of them were so toxic that they could kill her if they were taken improperly.
He took her home to his dorm room. She had a room mate who she didn’t want to face and he wanted to make sure that she took the right medicine at the right time, so there wasn’t an argument.
She stayed there for a whole month. He brought her food and force-fed her the pills. He went to the local Ace Hardware and bought a bucket for her to vomit into which he cleaned out as often as he could without being too obvious. Luckily he lived in a co-ed dorm so apart from the fact that she was beaten to shit, Grace didn’t stand out too much. Still, he wasn’t supposed to have other people staying in his room and he didn’t want people to start asking too many questions.
He spoke to her professors. He told them that she had a bad flu and he got notes and lecture slides from them and did her homework for her. He called her coach on the crew team and told him about how badly she had the flu.
Grace’s life consisted of taking pills, lying on his bed, showering, vomiting and going to medical appointments. She showered in the middle of the night and he stood outside the door guarding her. She took very long showers.
After the second time back at the hospital a nurse recommended psychological counseling and support groups. He signed her up and took her to each session. Just like the shower, he waited outside the door and tried to imagine a less fucked-up world, one where Grace was still the fiery little sparkplug that he’d grown up beside.
He had no idea if the sessions were helping or not. She still looked like a zombie when she came out the door. Her cuts and bruises were healing, her black eye turned purple then green then yellow and finally faded, but she was still broken inside.
When her mom or dad called he spoke to them. He told them the same old story.
‘She has the flu really bad, I’ve taken her to the hospital and they say it is just a bad season and it will probably take a few weeks to get over.’
He felt bad lying to Uncle Sam and Aunt Emma but what could he do? She had made him promise. When they asked to speak with her she would croak out a few words and then hang up.
If they thought it was strange that he was always there when they called they didn’t say anything. He and Grace hadn’t always been friends, they were never enemies, they just weren’t friends. They were different. Grace was the sort of person that people gravitated towards, she was witty and vivacious and fun. Nicholas was not. He was a nerd and she was cool, they just didn’t mix in the same circles.
He tried to convince her to tell her parents what had happened, or at least to let him tell his parents, but it was no use. She just couldn’t deal with it. Each time she would break down in tears.
‘But you promised me Nicholas, you said you wouldn’t tell.’
Tears would roll down her cheeks and drop onto her shirt. He didn’t have the heart to make her do it.
Once she was finally done with the medications she packed the clothes that he had bought for her and went back to her own dorm room across the river at BU. She called her coach and told him that she would be back at practice the next morning. She went to classes for the first time in four weeks. He thought she was doing okay until that night.
She called him at 9 pm. She was in the library. She was afraid, she didn’t want to go home alone. He got on the train, switched onto the green line and picked her up from the library.
‘Thanks Kolya,’ she said. She was crying again.
‘Don’t thank me Gracie, let’s just go home.’
He took her to her dorm room but she didn’t want to stay there. She grabbed a bag and threw clothes in it and followed him out the door and back over the river to his place.
She wanted to shower when they got there. As usual he waited outside the bathroom door. Every now and then someone would walk by and give him a funny look, like he was some sort of freak hanging out outside the women’s shower, but he didn’t give a shit, it made Grace feel better to have him wait there and that’s all that mattered.
But she didn’t look better when she emerged that night. She looked raw.
‘Gracie what did you do?’ He asked. ‘Your skin is all red.’
She was crying again. ‘I can’t get it off me Kolya. It’s all over me, it wont come off.’ She looked around desperately. ‘We need to wash the sheets again.’
‘Okay. We can do that.’ Nicholas had bought several spare sets of sheets, since this seemed to have become a preoccupation of hers. She wanted fresh sheets daily, she seemed to feel like she was contaminating them by laying on them.
The ritual of changing the sheets wasn’t calming her down tonight. When t
hey were done he put the old sheets in the laundry hamper and sat beside her on the bed.
‘Milaya, what do you think is on you?’
‘It’s their… stuff. I can feel it on me. I’m all dirty.’
‘No. Gracie, look at me,’ he said gently.
She looked up at him, her big honey brown eyes rimmed with red and full of shame.
‘Gracie, why do you think I got you all of those drugs to take?’
‘So I wouldn’t get AIDS,’ she said meekly.
‘Yes, that’s right but do you know why they made you so sick?’
‘No.’
‘Because they were cleaning you out Grace.’ It was a blatant lie, but Nicholas was at a loss to know what else to tell her.
‘Really?’ There was almost a note of hopefulness in her voice.
‘Yeah, all those times that you threw up, all those times you had to run to the bathroom, the drugs were cleaning all of the nastiness out of you.’
‘Really?’ She looked up at him from under her long dark eyelashes.
He nodded his head. ‘It’s all gone Grace. The only thing left now is you. Just Gracie.’
She looked unsure, like she wanted to believe him but she wasn’t convinced. ‘But my skin… it feels like it’s on my skin.’
‘Nope, it’s all new skin. Did you know that it takes 28 days for your skin to completely replace itself?’
‘No.’
‘Uh-huh. This is all new skin, nothing gross has ever touched it.’ He said as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms.
‘But what about…’ Her brow furrowed, she struggled, unable to say it.
‘Even down there Grace, it’s all new skin.’
She pouted her bottom lip out, like she was thinking about it. ‘The drugs… cleaned me out?’ She said hopefully.
‘Yes. I am 100% sure of it. That’s why I made you take all of them milaya, just to be absolutely positive that it was all gone.’
She looked at him for long seconds. ‘You’re sure Nicholas?’
He took both of her hands in his. ‘Grace I believe with all of my heart that you are as pure as the day you were born.’ And that wasn’t a lie.
They slept head to toe, the same way they had when they were little kids. His dorm room had come with a twin-sized bed, it was small but they both fit on it pretty easily. Grace was tiny and Nicholas was pretty average, maybe a little bit smaller than average.
The next morning he got up at 4:30 and jogged with her down to the boathouse, it wasn’t far, maybe a mile and a half. She was nervous on the run there. She had been jogging when she was jumped. She kept on looking around. Checking behind her. That afternoon, after she was done with her classes, she caught the train over to Cambridge and met him at Harvard Square. They ate, went to the library, and then went back to his room.
And that’s the way it went. Grace was living with him. She was too frightened to live on her own, or with a roommate she didn’t know. She still woke up crying and babbling in the night. Almost every night he would wake to her cries of distress. He would take her in his arms and try to calm her down.
‘Hush milaya, it’s just Nicholas. I’m here, you’re safe.’
Sometimes she would calm down but sometimes she was too caught up in her dream and she would lash out at him, not realizing whom he was. He had more than one split lip that semester.
A few weeks after she came off the drugs she had a big rowing race. Her dad came out for it. He was pretty proud that she had decided to play a sport at college, Sam had been a swimmer and he thought it was a good experience to be on a team, ‘character building,’ he called it. Nicholas was glad that his dad didn’t give him any of that team-player character-building crap.
The Head of the Charles was a huge event, there were thousands of people milling around despite the cold grey weather. He took her dad to watch from the Weeks Footbridge, where they would get a good view and be able to see her navigate through one of the tricky turns on the course. Nicholas pushed his way to the front so that he could see. Sam didn’t need to, he was so tall that he could see no matter where he stood.
The flow of boats was pretty much continuous, oars and unitards of every color combination possible wrenched and pulled their way under the bridge. Nicholas was no expert on rowing, in fact he knew almost nothing about it, but he thought Grace’s crew looked good. He spotted them from a fair distance and pointed them out to Sam.
When they rowed under the bridge he could hear her voice through the microphone system in the boat.
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