LOST → GRIZZ VISSER ✓

CHAPTER TWENTY

As the rain started to come down on the kids of New Ham things felt different. This was different, this was new. In fact this as the first time since the incident that the kids had seen weather like this. For some it was just another normal day, and yet for others It wasn't the same as it would have been with adults. A week had gone by and no one knew anything more about who has shot Cassandra.

Mason stood in the kitchen watching the rain fall down on the ground and decided she wanted to sit outside in it and try and feel enjoyment of something. Ever since Sam told the group about Campbell being a psychopath she hadn't felt the same. She felt empty.

When she walked outside she was met by Grizz, who was sitting on the front sets with a blanket draped over his shoulders. He turned his head slightly to the sound of the door and gave Mason a forced smile.

She pulled the door shut behind her and sat down on the damp cement stair with a predominant space between them. Physically and mentally.

"I'm afraid," Mason started catching his attention. He opened his mouth to speak but Mason continued, "I'm afraid to close my eyes because all I see is what I could become. What I may already be. And then there's this moment when I first open my eyes that I see nothing and its peaceful before things come into focus and I realize where I am. WHO I am."

"And who are you, Mason? Because I've seemed to forgotten." Grizz asked.

"A monster."

Grizz stayed silent as he looked at the girl and noticed how broken and defeated she looked. Her hair was a rats nest and her skin looked pale and blue around her eyes and lips. He didn't know how he didn't notice before.

Instead of arguing and pushing her away and made a choice. A choice to realize that the person he loved was struggling and needed him. So, he pushed all the things they needed to talk about aside and decided to live in the moment of her needing him.

Grizz opened his arms and pulled Mason into them, wrapped the blanket around them and sitting in silence as he just held her. He held her tightly as her body began to shake and tears started to fall down. 

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"What do you want Harry?" Mason asked as she narrowed her eyes at her half brother. "This better be important."

He didn't respond. Mason looked around his bedroom at the mess that had consumed it.

"Dewey did it," Harry spoke with out looking up. "I think Dewey killed Cassandra. Harry looked up from the ground at her through his bloodshot eyes and she knew he wasn't lying. He lied about a lot of things but this wasn't one of them.

"What are you talking about, why would you think that?" Mason asked. "We're talking about Dewey the pale kid that no one talks to."

"Yes, he just fucking told me. He basically confessed that he shot Cassandra."

"Why would he tell you?" She asked.

Harry held her gaze not wanting to answer the question, "I don't know."

"There you go again, not telling me things. Important things. All you fucking do is lie and make things up to protect yourself and you never think about others."

Harry scoffed," Fuck you Mason. Compared to your lie I'm nothing. Fuck, I've even lied to protect your ass when you should have been locked up in a nut house just like your little twin."

"Wow," Mason said as tears started to form in her eyes," You did know this whole time. I thought there was a chance of you knowing but I had this doubt because I figured we had once been so fucking close that maybe, just maybe, you'd remember that and tell me."