((Graces pov))
Kaity closed the little gap between us. My face turning bright red.

Kaity looked away, starting to bite her lip, I took my finger making her look at me.

"Hey....... What's wrong?" I asked, really concerned, Kaity was starting to get better, and I want her to stay like that.

Nothing. I'm fine. I just need to do something. Alone for a moment.
I gave Kaity a confused look, then she got off the couch, kissing my cheek, and walked out the door.

What's that all about!?!

((Kaitys pov))
I closed the door behind me, and started to jog to the park.
What the fuck does she want!?

I walked over to the fountain, to where my mom asked me to meet her.
Why the fuck am I doing this

"Come home" mom said, looking down on me. I froze in fear.
Why....... Why should I?!?
" please."
No
"Fine" mom sighed, then walked off.
What the fuck???!!!

(( Kaitys moms pov))
I know where she's staying at......... I'll just kidnap her sorry ass, to our new home.
And maybe steal her phone, and break up with her...... The girl who my daughter fucked up.
I'll do it! I'll do it late at night.
And technically it's not kidnapping if it's your own kid.
Plan is going to work out!
Perfectly.

((Kaitys pov))
I walked back to Graces house, hands in my pockets.
I knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.
"COMING!!" I heard Grace yell. I took a few steps back, so I wasn't trampled by Graces, hugs, and questions.

Grace opened the door, and I bit my lip.
"KAITY!!!!!!" Grace screamed, rushing towards me, suffocating me in hugs.

Grace finally let go, dragging me inside, closing the door.
"So where did you go?" Grace asked, shoving me on the couch.
Park. I had to think about somethings.
That was such a lie.
"Oh. Okay" Grace said, taking my hand in hers.
I blushed, but it was hardly noticeable.

-Everyone's sleeping-
((Kaitys moms pov))
I went to her house, and parked my car up front. I left the back seat door open, so I could easily throw Kaity into it.

I broke open the window, and hoped in through.
I took off my shoes, to make less noise, and went up the stairs, as quiet as possible.
I looked through all the rooms to find which one, Kaity was in.
I opened the last door, and saw Kaity, curled up to her. Her arms wrapped around Kaity. It made me feel sick. It made me feel sick knowing that my daughter is a faggot.
I quietly walked in the room, taking her, arm off of Kaity. I picked Kaity up, trying not to wake her, and took off for my car.
I took Kaitys phone, and put it in my pocket, shoving Kaity into the backseat.

Plan worked out like I said.
Perfectly.