CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Gracie

I awoke to a splitting headache , I felt as if my head is being ripped apart, with great difficulty I managed to peer my eyes open, it was pitch dark, I couldn't see a single thing...

I only remembered.....

The memories came rushing like a heavy flood of water.

Dad....

The gun...

Oh god! He must have hit my head with it.

I tried to move my hands and feet but couldn't , I was tied up in a chair of some sort.

Panic kicked in as I struggle in earnest to break free from my constraints.

Why had he kidnap me? Even more so,...