Chapter 21: I Forgive You

                                    

                                          
A/N: Sup! I started writing another story, it's called Road Trip Love. Please start reading it, I hope you think it'll be good! It's got a bad boy with secrets and an average girl with talent. There's lots of funny things I'm planning to put in it, so please read! 
                          
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Sophia
                          
I started kicking and squirming again in the arms of my captor, but their grip on me was much stronger than I thought. After Michael threw me down and away from Ace, I was suddenly picked up by someone else and my mouth was gagged and my head was thrown in a dark sack. I really didn't want to be in this situation again, but I guess there was no choice now.
                          
"Quit squirming you runt!" a deep and scratchy voice said.
                          
"Memr!" I tried saying 'never'.
                          
"Either shut her up or we lose our money!" another voice said. This one wasn't as deep as the other, but I could still tell it was a guy.
                          
Money? What money? Ransom money? Debt money? I feel like I'm going crazy!
                          
Suddenly I was thrown and I landed on a carpeted floor. When did we enter a building? Where the hell am I?!
                          
"Here you go Logan, one granddaughter delivered scratch free, now pay up," one of the men said.
                          
Logan? Granddaughter?! What the-
                          
"Ah, good! Here's your money, and remember to keep your traps shut about this. Are we clear?"
                          
That voice...it sounds...familiar?
                          
I heard some ruffling of what I'm assuming is money, and then a few grunts before I heard a door close. Suddenly the bag was ripped of my head and I glared angrily at the old man in front of me. He was the one who wanted me to drink that water when I was kidnapped. He gave me a small smile.
                          
"Hello Sophia," he said.
                          
"Grandpa," I acidly said.
                          
"Ah, the truth is revealed."
                          
"Why?! Why would you do this?!" I cried.
                          
He sighed yet kept the smile on his face. "I'm truly sorry that you've become apart of this mess. I didn't want my family to get involved, but it's all because of that damn werewolf Kostas-"
                          
"Leave my dad out of this!" I snapped.
                          
He chuckled. "Sorry, but it's your dad's fault you're in this mess. When he broke into my house that night, I knew he was a werewolf and that my daughter was his mate. You see, Sophia, I was a hunter. I used to hunt these werewolves before I met your grandmother, and I know it was a werewolf that killed her."
                          
"No, she died in a car wreck."
                          
"That's where you're wrong," he said angrily.
                          
How was I wrong? That's what mom said happened. She was there! I managed to sit up with my hands bound in front of me. As soon as I get the chance, I'm gonna kill this idiot. I don't care if I am related to him.
                          
Logan sighed. "After the crash, my daughter was knocked out for a few minutes before she woke up, but my wife was still alive and awake then. I saw her body, and there were subtle bite marks on her neck and torso, not visible to the untrained eye. After her death, I wanted to kill anyone who stood in my way, but I had a daughter to think about, and I wanted to protect her."
                          
I could see speaking of this pained him. Good. But I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. I guess mom wouldn't have been able to see the bite marks on grandma if she wasn't a hunter, but I still won't forgive this man for what he did to me.
                          
He sighed again. "You didn't realize this, but I was trying to help you before, that's why I wanted you to drink the water. It had a mixture in it that could've helped you heal faster and feel less pain of what they did to you. But when you refused, I became mad and lost my temper." He looked at me with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry for ordering Brayden to hurt you, I was slightly drunk at the time...and you look so much like your grandma."
                          
I looked away from him. I felt tears form in my eyes from his story. Was it true? Was he trying to protect mom and help me before? Could I trust him? Well, mom used to speak kindly about him, but that was a long time ago when I was little.
                          
I started to look around the room, and I instantly realized where I was. Mom used to bring me here when I wanted to escape the protectiveness of dad and Charlie. It was her old house, and I was in the living room. Mom and I had lots of sleepovers here when I was young and I always imagined grandma being there too, just us girls.
                          
I looked back at my grandpa and saw that he was crying. It broke my heart to see the old man cry, but I had to be strong. Why was he crying?
                          
"Forgive me!" he cried. "I'm so sorry for everything that I've done to you and your family! I don't even know what I wanted to achieve from this!"
                          
I slowly got on my knees and 'walked' over to the sobbing man. I placed my arms over his head and I quickly hugged him as he fell to his knees and cried more. I felt bad for him. I knew deep in my heart no matter how much I hated him, I still loved him. He was my grandpa after all, and I've grown up without a single grandfather in my life, and I don't really want to lose another one.
                          
"It's okay," I quietly said. "I forgive you."
                          
He sobbed even harder and wrapped me in a warm hug and I felt complete. I wanted him in my life! He was trying to help me before which shows that he cared, and I could help him with his alcohol addiction to show that I care.
                          
"Thank you!" grandpa quietly sobbed. "Thank you so much!"
                          
I smiled. "I like to think that grandma is watching my every move now, and she'd be happy to see this."
                          
He let out a shaky breath before he pulled my arms over his head and smiled at me. "I'd like to think that as well."
                          
We smiled at each other for another second or two before he slowly pushed himself up with the furniture and pulled me up beside him. He was old, and I was about a head taller than his shriveled figure, but he looked so friendly now with a smile on his face.
                          
"Let's get you out of those bonds and get to know one another before I take you home," he said.
                          
My smile fell. Home.
                          
Michael. Was. Going. To. Flip.
                          
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Hello!
                          
Ooh! Forgiveness! Yay! Everyone loves each other again! Well, at least Sophia does.
                          
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