That girl is pretty kinky, I really love to taste her
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Grief.
Everyone deals with it differently. Some deal with it in healthy ways, and some do not.
I wish I found a healthy way to deal with it.
It's been really hard to eat and sleep. Everything makes me feel so sick and every time I close my eyes, I have awful nightmares. I've done nothing but drink coffee, energy drinks, anything that actually makes me feel something. I've tried to stay away from alcohol, which isn't that hard because Grayson doesn't have any at his house.
Grayson has been by my side every second of the day and night since the night of the car crash. I took time off work so I could "heal". I'm running through my sick days very quickly.
Every time I'm alone, I get awful impulsive thoughts. Grayson keeps them away, somehow. Or he just distracts me from them.
I feel like a burden to him, no matter how much he assures me I'm not. I just can't get rid of the feeling, and it's very frustrating. I'm sure it's frustrating for him too.
We're on our way to his fight. He's skipped the past few, and I know it's because of me. It makes me feel bad. I know he feels like he can't leave me alone, even for a few hours.
His hand stays on my thigh as he drives, like it normally does, but now it serves a different purpose. A reminder that he's with me. I hate car rides now. Every time we're on the road, it reminds me of the crash. I can't even imagine how terrified they must have been.
Wesley has tried to contact me several times, but I've ignored all of it. I don't know what his plan is, but he told me he would leave me alone. I don't understand what he wants from me. He doesn't even need me anymore, he has Faye. Unless she finally left him.
"Babe, we're here," Grayson tells me gently. I look up as I nod, unbuckling my seatbelt.
I let him open my door and take his hand to follow him inside.
"You sure you wanna be here? We can still leave" He reminds me. I chuckle and nudge him with my shoulder.
"Yes, Gray. It's good to get out of the house" I tell him. He hums slowly.
"Well, let me know if you wanna leave, yeah? Doesn't matter when" He replies.
"Yes, sir," I say dramatically. He raises his eyebrows.
"Watch it or we will be going home" He warns. I giggle, and it makes his face light up.
"You're cute" He blurts. My face warms, knowing he didn't think before he said it.
"Stop" I mumble, nudging him again. He grins down at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
