Revenge Is Sweet

8 - Laconic

✶𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗✶

I stare at the knife in my hand, spinning it and watching the light reflect off the blade.

It's been about a year since I've gotten the chance to do anything with it. It's too pretty to just sit in a case forever. It needs to be used.

"Greyson," Sophia calls for me. I quickly look over at the bathroom door. She's got a towel on her head and she's wrapped up in one of the hotel robes.

I clear my throat and look down at the knife. "Uh-huh," I mumble, trying to keep my eyes off of her.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye walk over to me and I let out a little breath, forcing myself to look at her and keep my eyes on hers. "What're you doing?" She mumbles, nodding to the knife in my hand.

"Admiring it?" I shrug slowly.

Sophia raises a brow and holds her palm out. I sigh deeply as I give it to her. I watch her take it from me and set it on the dresser.

"Is there some sort of building that never gets used around here?"

Sophia pauses at the question. She nods. "There's an old warehouse." She mumbles. "Sometimes the kids use it for partying." She warns. I just nod, making a mental note of it.

It's either an abandoned building or one of their houses. But they have neighbors. It would've made it tricky.

"I'm going out today, Sophia." I inform as I get off the bed. "You're going to be alone all day, but I'll leave some cash so you can, like, order another pizza or something." I inform as I grab my wallet from the desk, flipping through it.

"Greyson..."

I sigh, somehow recognizing that tone. "Sophia.." I mock her tone, glancing at her. "Forty." I hold up a couple of twenties and set them down on the dresser.

Slowly, Sophia inches closer to me. I narrow my eyes at her as she gets closer and closer,  looking up at me. "Can I make request?" She quietly asks.

"You can try."

Sophia nods and perks up like she's preparing herself for something big.

"I want to go out."

I start to shake my head. She keeps going, quickly grabbing my arm

"Come on, Greyson! I won't let anyone see me!" She promises, grabbing me so I can't start to turn away from her. "Please, Greyson! I just want to go out."

I glare down at her. She holds eye contact with me and frowns, begging me without actually saying anything.

"Absolutely not."

She huffs and pushes away from me harshly. "How can you say you're my friend if you don't let me do things, Greyson? I'm not your friend, I'm still a prisoner." She declares with a glare of her own.

She's right. God, I hate that she's right. I hate it so much.

"Look, I swear I'll come back." She promises, sighing. "I won't talk to anyone I know and I won't even go to the side of town where my house is. Please, Greyson." She pleads, frowning again.

I stare down at her and I try so fucking hard not to give in to that pleading face she gives me. It's hard though and she doesn't relent, just frowns at me.

I let out a defeated sigh and drop my shoulders. Sophia sucks in a breath and holds it, watching me intently. "Fine." I decide quietly.

The biggest smile I've ever seen on her grows. She grins at me and holds her hands to her chest out of pure excitement. I swallow thickly as I stare at her.