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" I will be there for you when you need me. But I need you to trust me, that all of this happened for reasons we both don't know. That I didn't do this, and that I want to know just as much as you do." - Avery Grambs
The first night at the Hawthorne mansion was..interesting. Oren was stationed outside my door, per the new usual. But I needed to get out. I now knew this house had secret passage ways everywhere, so I walked into my closet. I looked and felt around until I found a switch on the side of a shelf. I pressed it, releasing the trigger. The shelf slides to the side and reveals a lit hallway. I grab my phone off my bed, and reluctantly start walking down the hall. At the end of the walkway, I find another switch, I press it, releasing its trigger.
The wall slides open just like mine did to reveal another closet, which looked like it was occupied by someone. I stepped through the opening and looked around. Maybe a hundred suits hung and folded on endless shelves and hangers, ties, and shoes organized perfectly.
Startling me, I hear an oddly familiar voice. "Whos there?" he says. He turns the corner to see me standing there. Grayson Hawthorne clears his throat "Ms. Grambs, what are you doing in my closet at this time of night?" Grayson asks. "Uhhh, you know just um- taking a tour." I say. "A tour? Of my room?" he questions. "Yes, actually" I say shakily."Well you could have just asked me, instead of taking it apon yourself, you know." He says. "I-I just was curious." I try to sound convincing. "I'm sorry for the disturbance I'm just gonna g-" He interrups me."No, stay. You wanted a tour you can have one" he says sarcastically. He laughs. "I see you found the passage way that connects our rooms" Grayson says. "Maybe I did." I say. "How about I give you a real tour." He says. "Why not?" I smile at him.
We have been walking for at least a hour. This place is huge. Grayson stares at me looking around, and I catch him. "What?" I question. "Nothing" he says, "You just have a very expressive face." Libby always said I have a poker face. "I do?" "Yes." He beams at me.
What do you see when you look at me Grayson Hawthorne?
He takes me to an elevator, where he has to scan his finger print. The elevator starts down. It dings as we arrive to the floor. "Car garage." he says. The elevator opens to reveal many cars. Maserati, Lamborghinis, sports cars, motorcycles, dirt bikes and more. I cant help but hang my mouth open at the sight. "Wanna test drive one?" he asks me. "But- Oren." I say "He doesn't have to know.." he says "It could be our little secret." "okay." I give in. How could I say no to that face and those eyes and those-
No. Stop it Avery. Pull yourself together. Grayson Hawthorne is not for you.
He walks to a metal cabinet hung on the wall and grabs a set of car keys. "Ready?" He asks. "As ill ever be." I say. He gets in the front seat and I get in the passenger seat. He puts the keys in the ignition and starts the car. Grayson presses a button that opens the garage door. We go through a tunnel underneath the house and come out through a driveway.
