Revenge Is Sweet

12 - Hiraeth

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

Greyson makes me text everyone from Peter's phone, telling them to come to the warehouse for a little meeting about what happened at the cabin.

He won't tell me what his plan is, all he says is he'll take care of it. He'll take care of everything, I just need to stay in the car while he does.

Greyson keeps coming in and out of the warehouse and every time, he seems to have a little bit more blood on his shirt and pants.

I don't know what he's doing with Peter but he's doing enough to make his blood splatter all over his clothes.

When he comes out, he comes over to the car. He's come over a few times just to talk with me, so it's not scary when he comes over and opens the car door, bending to look inside.

My eyes drop to his shirt. "That's a lot of blood." I point out.

Greyson smiles. "It's not mine." He playfully assures. I quietly scoff at that, he clears his throat and glances around us. His smile is gone pretty quickly "I'm going to need you to move the car away from the entrance so they don't see it when they get here." He orders, pointing to a spot where I can stash the car.

My eyebrows bunch together. "Me?"

He nods like it's nothing. "Yeah. Just move it over and stay in the car, okay?" He casually hums. Greyson starts pulling away from the car.

"Wait," I call for him before he can close the door. He pauses and looks back at me. "I can't drive."

"What?" Greyson asks, blinking at me. "You're nineteen—"

"Twenty."

He rolls his eyes with a quiet huff. "Twenty." He repeats on a little nod. "And you don't know how to drive?"

I sink a little. "My dad never took me to get my license." I reason, slowly shaking my head.

"And you never took a car for, like, a joyride or something?"

"God, no." I gasp, the mere idea of that horrifying me. "My dad would definitely kick me out if I did that." I mumble, grimacing.

Greyson rolls his eyes. "Fine." He grumbles, taking a step back and tossing the car door closed.

I huff at him and watch uselessly as he walks around the front of the car to get into the drivers seat bedside me.

"Sorry," I apologize, watching him angrily start the car up to move it. He's already doing a lot.

"I'm going to teach you to drive before I leave." Greyson decides, glancing over at me. I think he means it as a joke but it just makes me frown.

Greyson moves the car to the side of the warehouse, out of view. There aren't any lights out here so when he turns the headlights off, we're left in almost complete darkness. I frown at that, my eyes darting around the dark tree line.

The last time I looked out into dark tree lines, someone was trying to kill my friends and me.

"Okay, turn the radio on, keep the lights off, and wait for me to come back." Greyson orders, starting to open his door to climb out.