Her voice trembled and she sounded furious, but somehow I knew that she wouldn't actually throw me out of the house because of that. She looked at Grandpa and he nodded his head slightly, indicating that everything is okay. Grandpa sat beside me and gently patted my back. I sobbed softly. "Come, Mia..." said Grandpa. Grandma nodded again in approval and I followed them out of the room. I walked towards the car with heavy footsteps. When I neared my own car, Grandpa pulled out his phone to call someone, while Grandma took me into her arms and embraced me. The whole way back, Grandma was crying uncontrollably, muttering "s**t!" over and over again while hugging me tight. When we finally reached my house, she insisted on taking care of my wounds in order to heal me. My wound itself wasn't v

