Chapter 25

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G R A Y S O N

I woke up and Jean's chest and he was already up, looking down on me.

"Good morning, Grayson." He said and kissed my forehead.

"Not good, just morning." I said and sighed.

"Grayson, this is a good morning, your father is in jail and he will go to prison if you just go up to the police station and answer a few questions."

I smiled at the good news but frowned, "Does that mean I have to see him?"

"No, your not going to see him anymore." Jean smiled.

This time I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. I gave him a peck on the lips then it hit me, "Still not a good morning."

"What, why?" Jean asked like he did something wrong.

"Not because you you. Because my mother. She's still going to have that baby and even if my father won't be there to torture him or her my mother is still in no condition to raise a baby." I sighed, laying my head on Jean's chest, "Why does my life have to get so complicated right when things get good?"

"You know we could raise him or her. You can get custody of your brother or sister." I looked up at Jean in surprise.

"Wait, really?" I asked shocked, more shocked that Jean would raise a baby, my brother or sister, with me.

He nodded and smiled, "Of course, I'd do anything to help you and I love kids."

"Now it's a good morning!" I smiled and kissed Jean.

I smiled as he flipped me over and kissed me again, this time it lasted longer. Well that is until Bear decided that he didn't want us to kiss anymore. He jumped on the bed and laid down right beside me and placed his head on neck.

I pushed Jean away and laughed, sitting up and looking down at Bear. Jean was glaring at him.

Jean pushed Bear off the bed and I gasped, "Jean."

I looked down at Bear and he was already on his feet wagging his tail, he was fine.

"I said I didn't want your dog on my bed." Jean said flatly.

I smiled, "Fine." I got off the bed and I sat on the floor, Bear laying down in my lap as I scratched behind his ears.

"Really Grayson?" Jean asked, smiling.

"Yeah, my dog can't be on your bed so I don't want to be on there either." I mocked saddness and looked away from Jean.

Jean got off the bed and threw me over his shoulder. "Jean, put me down!" I yelled trying to hold back my laughter.

"Alright." He said and threw me on the bed.

He climbed on top of me and I couldn't stop laughing. His lips came down on mine and my laughing stopped.

This time Bear didn't protest.

***

We were on our way to the police station and I wanted to get my mind of off what was to come so I turned to Jean, "When is La Boussière Inc. opening?" I asked.

"In a week, I'll have to give a speech and then a few other people will speak and then La Boussière Inc. will officially be located in Los Angeles."

"That's cool." I smiled, "Is your family going to be there?"

"I don't know. My mother said she would try her best there seems to be a few problems in the main office. At least that is what my mother tells me."

Suddently we came to a stop and I looked out the window. We were here.

I went stiff, I knew I wouldn't be seeing my father but to know that his fate laid in my hands was frightening but also a little reassuring. For once in my life, I had all the power over my father.

"Are you okay?" Jean asked as he opened my door. I didn't even notice he got out.

"Yeah." I nodded, I could do this.

We walked inside and after we waited a minute they took me back into a room where they would question me.

When we got inside and sat down they got right down to buisness.

"Grayson Reed, I understand that you are here to give us the truth about your father, Henry Reed, and what he has done."

I nodded and he continued, "So please tell me, what did your father do to you? Did he give you those scars?"

I felt a stinging feeling in my throat, warning me that tears were coming.

I cleared my throat, "Yes, my father gave me these scars. Ever since I was a child my father would come home drunk and high and he would beat me." I said tears already brimming my eyes.

"And your mother, Kristi Reed? What did she do?" The officer asked as he jotted down notes.

A tear slipped out, "She watched." I answered, "But one time, when I was four my father decided to try something new and threatened me with a knife. That was the first time my mother actually tried to stop my abuse. But it was also the last time becuase my father cut her instead."

"Did he ever try to sexually abuse you?"

I shook my head, wiping away the tear, "No, that was the one thing he never tried." Now, looking back, I'm glad he just hit me.

"Do you have anything else you would like to say about your father before you go?" The officer asked.

"No, I hope I said enough." I said lightly.

The officer nodded, "I'm sorry kid, no one should have to go through that."

I nodded, and gave him a small smile before walking out and going to Jean.

The officers last words were floating in my head, "No one should have to go throught that." He was right, no child should have to go through that. But they do, becuase people are fucked up. Some children have it worse than I do.

Once we were in the car I looked at Jean, "I want to help stop it." I said bluntly.

"Stop what?" Jean asked, looking concerned.

"I want to help stop child abuse. There are places you can donate money to that help children that come from abused homes and that stop abuse in some homes. I want to donate." I looked Jean dead in the eyes and he smiled.

"Your so inspirational, Grayson. How about you write a speech and you present it at the grand opening of La Boussière Inc. Many people, many millionaires, will be there and I'm sure if you tell them what you have been through and what others are going through then you will have many people support you."

I looked at him shocked, "You would really let me give a speech at your grand opening?"

"Of course, I think what you are doing is amazing. Like I said you are very inspiring. You've been through a lot and you want to help people that have been through or are going through the same thing."

"Thank you Jean." I smiled and wrapped my arms around him.

"You need to find a legit donation center and talk with them and write your speech." He said and I nodded.

I knew I would be nervous speaking infront of a lot of people. But what made matters worse was that I would be talking to many people about the one thing that I can barely talk about with out breaking down.

But if I just thought about all the good that I would be doing then I knew I could do it. I was going to do it.

Srry I haven't updated in a while! I hope you liked this chapter! :)

Grayson is finally going to do something about child abuse in other homes! :)

~Beatrice