Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Forty Eight

We talked for hours and the night ended with me in tears. I learned a lot about my mom and her relationship with my dad.

She was the daughter of a very wealthy family and my dad was the son of an American mafia leader. They were arranged to be married, my mom tried to run but they found and dragged her back.

My dad didn't want the marriage either but on their honeymoon things started to change. They started falling in love. One thing led to another and my mom got pregnant with me.

When I was 2 she was murdered by Greyson's father. My dad almost killed Greyson while he slept as revenge but came to his senses and realized it was wrong. So he took me and ran.

"That's the story," my dad said with a shrug. At this point I was bawling and gripping Greyson's hand like a lifeline.

"We're sorry we kept it from you," my mom says, tears also in her eyes.

"I'm just glad that I know now," I said with a nod. Greyson's free hand came up to my growing belly, resting there and stroking it lightly with his thumb. My parents both sit quietly for a moment before my dad stands.

"We'll leave you two to it then," he says with a sigh. I stand with them and walk them to the door. Once they leave I lay back down on the couch with my head in Greyson's lap.

"I've had enough excitement for one day," I mumble, bringing one hand up next to my face, resting on his thigh.

"Me too Amore. I'm just glad I got there in time," he replies, rubbing my back. I laughed, rubbing his thigh.

"You're always there when I need you," I reply, turning to look up at him. He smiles down at me and brushes some hair out of my face.

"Come here," he murmured. I sat up, turning to face him and his lips brushed against mine. He gently pushed me down onto the couch, leaning over me carefully.

My arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue brushed against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to enter.

He begins lifting my shirt when there's a knock at the door. We both try to ignore it but this person is persistent. Greyson groans angrily into my mouth, pulling away.

"If it's not someone we know, I'm killing them." He mumbles. I laugh quietly as he stands. I stand with him and we walk towards the door.

"Jeez finally," Emi says when Greyson opens the door. She rushes past him and grabs my arm, dragging me with her inside.

"What the hell? Where are we going?" I ask, looking at Greyson. He raises an eyebrow at me in confusion and question.

"The bathroom," she responds, turning towards the kitchen.

"Emi... bathroom is that way," I say, pointing in the opposite direction down the hall. She spins around, still gripping my arm.

"What's going on?" Greyson asks, following us. I shrug.

"I just need to talk to Vanessa, no boys allowed," Emi snaps, pulling me into the bathroom and closing the door. She never calls me Vanessa, this is bad.

"Are you ok?" I ask, looking at her in worry. She's scaring me. She sits on the closed toilet lid and looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

"I think I'm pregnant," she whispers, wiping a tear from her cheek. My jaw drops and I stare at her dumbfounded.

"Oh my god," I mumbled, placing a hand on my stomach. "Are you sure?" She shakes her head.

"I haven't taken a test yet," she replies. I nod and grab her hand.