Sleepless night ||short OC story||

sleepless night

Grayson wilson is one traumatized man, thats a fact everyone whos ever met him knows by now. So it's no big suprise when he wakes up screaming and sobbing. It was ten minutes after 12, when a certain shorty walked into the kitchen, possibly looking for snacks...or Alcohol. Regardless, he was there. Grayson was far past asleep. Knocked out cold would be a better term, and yet here he was tossing and turning, still asleep. "m..mom?" he whimpered. Usually, one of his fiances would hear this and immediately comfort him. However tonight they were staying at there new house. One in which grayson refused to go too because of his brother's abandonment issues. Suddenly, the man jumped awake, breathing rather harshly with multiple tears falling from his face. He squirmed in an attempt to break free from his blanket, failing horribly and falling flat on his face. Meanwhile, jackson was half sober and drinking his favorite intoxicating juice, rethinking his entire existence. He wonders how his life went to shit so fast. I mean, it's really no suprise that Jackson Parker, son of one of the most wanted criminals in there city, turned out shitty. But he just wanted to know why. Why him? He was fairly young after all, with a blood crave far inhuman from his liking. All these thoughts in one single man's mind were suddenly interrupted when he heard a loud crash from upstairs. The only ones in the apartment were him, his scared puppy of a friend tate, and grayson. The others were either staying at a friends, or just gone somewhere unknown. And because of that, combinded with numerous of past mistakes thats happened, he jumped up and ran upstairs. Once he made it to the top, he eagerly searched for the cause of the sound. He looked at grayson's door. Usually he wouldn't think twice about going into the gingers room, but this was an acception. He bursed through the door, looking around the area. He expected some sort of sign of struggle; Broken glass, blood, holes in the walls, or even a dead body knowing grayson. But instead he was met with a softer sight. Grayson was laid out on the floor, crying his eyes out with a pillow in hand. Jackson didn't know which he preferred, his enemy crying and shaking in fear, or a dead body.......definitely a body. He slowly walked closer, not wanting to startle the poor man, seeing as though something has already done that. Grayson looked up, seeing him walking closer and immediately shuffled back. "h..hey...it's just me, jackson. Not exactly ideal, but i'm not gonna hurt you" he stated with a suprisingly soft tone. Grayson rolled his eyes, fear drifting away as he pulled his knees into a hug sniffling. "what do you want?' he mumbled. Jackson sighed and walked to grayson, reaching out his hands and forcing him into a hug. Grayson was out of habit, trying to shove him off. But he soon realized his intentions were good, dare he even say, Jackson was truly comforting him. He let his gaurd down, and hugged jackson back. Almost immediately, Grayson was crying into his shoulder, while jackson whispered sweet words like, "it's okay" or "you're safe with me''. They did this rather often. No one else dared to mention it the few times they were caught. It simply just made sense for the two most hateful people living there to hug, comfort and fuck each other. It was unspoken, but they enjoyed it alot. Maybe even a little too much.