Revenge Is Sweet

14 - Whelve

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

I'm leaned up against the window of his car, waiting for him to come back again.

Greyson came back about ten minutes ago, but was silent the entire time we drove through town. The only time he talked was to tell me he needed to make a quick stop and to stay in the car.

He stopped at a twenty-four hour grocery store, and has been gone for at least twenty minutes.

Meanwhile, I'm left in the car with the windows down two inches like a fucking dog, waiting for him to come back for me.

He went in there in his blood covered clothes. I'm not sure how well that's going inside for him, but I'm hoping he hasn't been arrested.

I asked him what happened when he came back from the warehouse, but he didn't answer me. He wouldn't even look at me. Not even in my direction.

Did he kill them?

He asked me if I wanted them dead, but maybe that wasn't him asking what I wanted to do about them. Maybe he was just asking my opinion, uncaring of what I said either way.

I hope they're not dead...I really hope they're not dead. It's not like I will ever talk to any of them ever again. I'll never see them either.

But I will find comfort in the idea that my ex-friends are out somewhere, living their lives like I'm living mine.

Maybe they're not totally okay, but they're breathing. That's what I care about.

They could be having the worst day of their lives, I don't know and I don't give a shit. They're out breathing somewhere. Their hearts are still pumping blood through their body and they can breathe and live.

I hold my breath when I look over at the doors of the grocery store. My eyes are stuck on him the entire time he jogs over to the car, a small cardboard box in one hand and two plastic bags in the other.

He grins at me and opens the car door, dropping in. "What is that?" I ask, pointing to the little box on his lap. It's not the question I wanted to ask first.

Greyson hums and sets the box down on the dash. "Let me find a better spot." He mutters, starting the car up and pulling out of his parking space.

I sit up a little and watch him pull into a parking space in the very back of the parking lot. A dark corner with no one else surrounding us. An alone place. I've been in alone places before.

I'm not really in the mood for an alone place right now.

I frown and slowly look over at him. "Greyson,"

"Mhm," He hums as he stops the car in the space in the far corner and turns in his seat, towards me.

I move far against the car door. "What are we doing?" I ask. I pull my legs up onto the seats, putting more safety distance between us.

Greyson smiles at me. "Hanging out for a minute."

"I don't want to 'hang out'." I do air quotes and keep my voice quiet so I don't make him mad. "I want to go now, Greyson."