Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Thirty One

-Greyson's POV-

"Listen to me very carefully. You are going to stay away from Vanessa. You will not go near her, talk to her or look in her direction. If I find out you so much as breathed near her, they won't be able to recognize your charred corpse." He looked at me for a second before laughing.

"Yeah right, you aren't even scary, man. I bet that gun is fake too." I cocked my head at him with a smirk.

"Is it?" I asked, cocking the gun and pulling the trigger. A bullet fires, lodging in the wall right behind his head.

"Jesus dude!" He ducks, dropping to the floor.

"Do I need to prove the bullets are real too? I can put one in your leg for a test run." I calmly stood from the chair, taking one step towards him. He curled into himself and backed up until his back hit the bed.

"Alright alright! I-I won't go near her just don't kill me." He pleaded. I let out a laugh.

"I'm not going to kill you." I mused. He looked up at me.

"You're not?" He choked out through tears.

"No," I said sympathetically. I squatted down beside him. "I made a promise not to kill you."

He let out a sigh of relief. Rookie mistake. I laughed again.

"W-what?" He sniffled. How much more cowardly could one guy get?

"Now I promised not to kill you. I didn't say anything about harming you." His eyes widened as I stood back up, gun in hand. He eyed the gun with horror in his eyes.

I holster it and his face turned to a look of pure confusion.

Before he could move or say anything I kicked straight into his calf. He screamed out as I twisted my foot against the broken bone.

"I was never here and we never had this conversation. If anyone asks, you got in a skating accident." He nodded, staggered breaths escaping his mouth.

I stood up, moving to the door and opening it. I walked straight out the back door and down the street to my car. Now I can sleep tonight.

-Vanessa's POV-

I woke up with a start. It's been months since I've had a nightmare about that night. I sat up breathing heavily.

Still being in a weird state I jumped when the bathroom door opened. Greyson walked out in basketball shorts, his hair wet.

"Amore, what's wrong?" He walked towards me carefully. When he got close enough he reached for me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Nothing, just a bad dream," I muttered, resting my head against his warm chest. His arms wrapped tighter around me and I sighed against him.

"What can I do?" He whispers softly. I just groan and shake my head, nuzzling closer to him. He chuckled lightly, climbing into bed and pulling me onto him.

"Goodnight Greyson," I mumbled, "I love you." He tightened his grip on me slightly.

"I love you too Amore," he whispered. I will never get tired of hearing him say that or of him calling me Amore. The way he says it sends shivers down my spine and makes me feel warm inside.

I don't even remember falling asleep. The next thing I remember is rough hands gently stroking my back and the brightness of the sun.

"Good morning," I mumbled, burrowing myself into his warm chest.

"Good morning Amore," he replies, still gently stroking my back under my shirt. I groan remembering I have school and I probably shouldn't skip again today.