Jessica POV
By the time we arrived at Grandma's home, I was doing okay, holding back tears from the shock of what I had seen. I said I was okay, but inside I was hurting. How deep they plotted and sent hurtful things at me was still coming to light. I thought I knew all the sickening things they did, and had hardened my heart against their barbs and taunts, that nothing could harm me now, but I was wrong.
One look at Grandma waiting at the door for me had me fighting back the tears, falling into her arms, and the flood gates opened, and they started streaming down my face. It happened all the time as a kid; when I was upset, I could make it to Grandma's before I fell apart. Strange, I was never that way with my stepmother or father, or even Grandpa, only with Grandma would I have that r
