Free Letting go of Grace by Ellie Meade

pool between my legs. His hands slide down the wall till they are even with my head. Slowly he bends at the knees till he is eye level with me, piercing me with a heated stare.
    “Do you think about me when he’s in you, Hannah? Do you think about having us both at the same time, because we have done that a few times. I am sure I can talk Grant into sharing you since we are both already fucking you.” He taunts. I wish I could look away, but this is Aiden. And there is no looking away.
    “How dare you.” I spit out in sheer rage. My hands push against his chest.
    “Don’t lie to me Hannah, I can tell by your flushed cheeks that you’re thinking about me being inside of you right now.” He stands firmly in front of me, like a mountain I will never be able to love.
    “You like to be fucked. Isn’t that right, Hannah.” His words might as well be bullets. With every syllable spoken my chest heaves, my heart palpitating at warp speed. Then I slap him without thought. Then I slap him again. He remains stoic for the next two, then catches my wrist before my hand reaches him a third time. His vise-like grip sends pain shooting up my arm.
    “Let go of me. You’re hurting me.” I scream.
    He pulls me against him in quick jerk. “Hannah…” His head drops to my neck and I instantly look away. I can feel his chest pounding. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine. His scent is driving me crazy having him so near.
    “Baby look at me.”
    “I’m not your baby. I’m not your anything.” He lets go of my hands roughly, as if he had touched something dirty. When I dare to look up at him, his face is contorted into a look of disgust.
    “You are so fucked up, Hannah.” I can feel my eyes welling up. But I’ll be damned if he sees me cry. I snatch my phone from the kitchen counter, pick up my suitcase, and rush to the hallway bathroom. Slamming the door, I unlock my phone and call the last number that called me.
    “Are you home?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Come get me from Aiden’s.” I hang up, grab my bag and start making my way to the front door. I walk out and down his driveway toward the street. The Porsche pulls into Aiden’s driveway. Grant jumps out of the car and runs to me.
    “What happened? What did he do?”
    “Nothing. I need to get home, Grant. I need to get home now.” He brings his hands to my face and I pull away. I walk over and get in the passenger door. I haven’t cried and I’m hoping I will be able to keep it together until I am alone and on my way home. He climbs into his father’s Porsche. I wonder why he kept it?
    “I will call the pilot and have the plane ready for you.”
    “No Grant, I can drive home. I just need to get a car to drive home or take me to the airport and I can figure it out.”
    “Hannah, I’ll have Sam drive you home.”
    “Grant, are you listening to me? I can get home on my own.” I glance over at him and realize he is pulling into his driveway.
    “Please, Grant, I don’t want to do this again,” I plead with him.
    “I’m not doing anything, Hannah. Take one of my cars home.” I shut up. He pulls outside of his garage and the doors open. I see all new cars in there. Where does he get them from? I follow him into the garage and spot the Shelby he was talking to my dad about. I stop at the door when he walks inside his house. I’m not going in there. I walk back outside and look around. I pace till he comes back out. He has keys in his hands.
    “You can take the Panamera,” he says as he points at it. It is a dream car to me and extremely expensive at almost two hundred thousand dollars. I shake my head at how rich he is and take the keys.
    “You sure? I could always rent one.”
    “I trust you, take it. I don’t know when I will be back to get it so drive it when you want.” I look away from him and walk over to the car.
    “Thank you, Grant.” is all I can say.
    “Hannah.” He walks over with my suitcase and I watch as he puts it in the