The Bad Boy.. Loves Me? [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

chapter 27: "come at me grammarly"

Brok picks me up from school. He looks tired but not as anxios as this mornin. shadow float in his orbs, wispers of greif and tumor oil swiming in them like in a snowglob. i want to shake him and tel him he wil be ok! but i restrain myself i fel too self consious

"Hey how you doing" i ask him as i get in the car. he begins drive

He shrugs "ok"

He looks tense and distracted, grinding his jaw in to oblivion. I sigh "pull over"

"wah

"pull over" i repeat "your not in a good state to drive, i wil"

For a minut i think brok is going to argue with me. but he pulls over and we switch seats silently liek snakes.

I setle into the seat and do my seatbelt with a firm click! and i started driving. i take a few turns and Brok frowns.

"Grammarly your going the wrong way-" he pauses, realizion dawning in his face like the sun in the dawn "your not taking us home are yo?"

"nope"i say, giving him cherfuly smile like cherios

"you going to say wher your taking me, girl?"

instead of ansering him i give him quick, serios glance "can i trust, you brok?"

He stares at me "Of cours. whats goin on?"

i take deep breath like deep end of swiming pool. "so my dad's in town"

"ye..

"i think he mightbe indirectly resbonsible berk geting shot"

Brok is silent for a minut. i drum my finger on the stering wheel like its drum, nervos. then final he speak to me"whydo yo think that gramarly"

"Satan-" brok tenses at his name but i ignore this! - ""told me he didnt recognize whoeve was shooting at the razor snakes. so im thinking, my dads not the only silver wolf in the area"

"what do you mean

"lets just say" i tell him as i turn right "my dad is not her for quality bonding time with his daughte. he broght company!"

Brok blinks "he wants the town?"

i nod "im pretty sure ye"

brok swears loud

"ye" i say grimly then turn into wher i slept last night. "ready to meet my dad?"

Oonce i have the car stopped, i get out the carand storm into my dads weird bilding, brok hot on my heels like hotwheels.

"gramarly" he blinks my dad when he sees me

"tel me the truth" i demand fromhim "what were you doing last night?"

"last night?"

"did you" i say. tone dangeros like a tarantula with knives. and a gun! THREE GUNS "or did you not shoot at some locals. i could hear people leaving from where i was sleeping"

He looks at me confused "Gramarly, ther was someone we thot was after you and youre family, but we dealt with them-

"dealt with them". i wonder what that means

"but" he contines "once we found him, that was it. we certanly did not shoot at any locals

i blink but my guard still up. my dad is good liar! i open my mouth "but-"

"we're here for negotiations" he say with frown "business. not shootings"

My rage is replace with confusion "then who was it. wahts going on"