What's on my boots?! (EDITING)

Chapter 10.

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Chapter 10

What the hell? Why is he here?

“Da-Richard?  W-why are you here?” I was shocked beyond belief; Richard never cared about me, ever. I broke my ankle once and he never came to the hospital to see how I was. I was in the hospital for 2 day and all he said when I got home and told him I broke my ankle was: ‘What did you do that for?’ As if I did it on purpose!! Oh yeah let’s just fall out this tree and break my ankle to see how much it hurts! Who does that?!

The man himself stood before in a pair of slacks and a white shirt, his hair was messed up and his shirt wasn’t even tucked in. He looked pissed of and like he had just been woken up, oh well something must be up because I know he didn’t come down here just for lil ol’ me.

“Leo rang and said I needed to get down here now, but everything looks fine” He grumbled looking more pissed. Aww did the poor lickle baby not get enough sleep. Shame.

Leo looked at the bruises all over me and the way I limped. He gave me a ‘What the fuck?’ look and I rolled my eyes at him before hobbling towards the door. I just wanted to get to sleep, if anyone dares to interrupt my sleep they will regret it.

I could hear heavy metal music blasting down the corridors, oh balls. Please be the kid I don’t know. Please, please, pretty please.

I snuck past the door, quiet as a mouse, but I knew if it was Grayson he would hear my heavy breathing or my heart pounding, never mind my shuffling footsteps. It must have been someone else or Grayson had chosen to ignore me as no one opened the door.

 As I opened my wooden door I heard Richard and Leo bellowing at each other, something about me and Grayson and then someone not caring. I don’t know and to be honest I don’t really care. I just wanted to have a nice long sleep.

I slammed my door shut after me and flopped down like a fish onto my bed, stomach first. The heavy metal music could still be heard through the walls and someone was making a right racket in there. Jesus Christ! Can’t a patient get some bloody sleep!

Grumbling obstinacies to myself I stormed out of my room and banged on the door across from me so hard it shook.

Suddenly the music just went off and my ears rung from the shocking silence. It felt like when you were on a plane and you were just landing. I was about to turn around and go back to my room when the door in front of me was ripped from its hinges.

Standing before me was a VERY pissed off Grayson, but his eyes held sorrow and pain. He was looking down so his eyes were on my face but not really looking at me. I know I should be scared of him but he looked so pitiful, his hair completely messed up, his face white and his clothes were all ripped.

“Gray, c-can you p-please turn down t-the m-music. I’m t-trying to sleep” I stuttered quietly, I didn’t want to make too much noise and scare him because he looked like he was either going to snap and kill me or break down right in front of me.

Frankly I didn’t want either but he did neither. His eyes suddenly held recognition and he looked at me timidly almost like I was going to kill him. Before I could blink Grayson had pulled me into a tight bear hug and he was kissing me all over my head and face.

“Lex I’m sorry. I-I just c-couldn’t s-stop. Please f-forgive me, y-you don’t have to t-talk to me or e-even ac-acknowledge me ever again. J-just please, forgive me” I could feel him crying into my hair as his body shook trying to make him sob but he held back.

I couldn’t think. He had hurt me so much but I knew he didn’t do it on purpose; it was his wolf. He was strong; I could feel it when he threw me across the room like a rag-doll. Every time I was about to say I forgive him my mind kept remember the pain of my head snapping back and my ankle braking.

“Grayson, gray. I-I’ll think about it. But j-just let me think. Right now, no. I don’t forgive you and-and I don’t think some part of me ever will but may-maybe someday even maybe someday soon most of me may forgive but” I pulled myself from his warmth and stood away from him “but just let me think please”

As I turned away I saw the sorrow and pain blur together in his eyes and the new train tacks of tears falling down his cheeks.

My heart grew tight at seeing him so unhappy but I knew I was just doing the right thing. I won’t let anyone treat me like that. No one.