Revenge Is Sweet

18 - Nepenthe

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

Greyson spends most of his time today outside, doing something to his car.

Meanwhile, he leaves me inside all by my lonesome. Normally, being alone wouldn't bother me. But right now, it's a little scary.

I keep glancing over my shoulder, expecting him to just pop up behind me and make me pay for what was done to him. I expect him to get me while Greyson is clueless outside, completely unaware of the attack happening inside.

I shake my head quickly at the idea and let out a heavy sigh, dragging my hair out of my face to hopefully get more air. It doesn't really work. I think my lungs are just broken; it has nothing to do with my hair in my face.

It's annoying to me when I walk over to the door, sliding a pair of shoes on. I steal Greyson's jacket that hangs beside the door and open the front door freely.

"Greyson?" I call out to him as I start towards him and his car. I wonder what he's doing to it.

"Yeah, Soph." He absently replies to me when I come up behind him. At least he's comfortable keeping his back to me. "Are you hungry?" Greyson asks. It's been a few hours since breakfast, it's far past lunch time.

Greyson lifts his head from under the hood and glances back at me when I don't answer him. I carefully come closer and look under the hood right beside him.

His hands are all nasty with oil, so I don't know if I want him making me food. "What's this?" I ask, pointing inside.

"Dipstick."

I scoff at him. "Asshole."

Greyson snorts. "That's what it's called, dipshit." He reaches over to flick my temple with his gross oily hand.

"Okay, well, be more specific next time." I roll my eyes at the loser virgin beside me and stare under the hood.

Greyson still laughs to himself. It's not my fault no one showed me the inside of a freakin' car before. I've never had one. "Are you hungry?" Greyson asks me again.

"No." I sigh, staring at the dipstick wondering why the hell it's called that.

"Did you need something?"

"I couldn't breathe." I wave him off. "Are you really going to teach me to drive?"

"I said I would."

"Yeah, but are you actually going to?" I ask, looking up at him. He looks back at me with furrowed brows, like he doesn't understand my question.

"Yes, I am going to teach you to drive." Greyson nods, still looking at me like I'm dumb. He chose the wrong prisoner.

"When?"

"Well, not right now."

"Why not?"

"Because we're expecting someone literally any minute."

I perk up. "We are?" I ask, suddenly excited for company. I've never been excited for company. Ever.

Greyson nods. "Yeah. We need to get you an ID, remember?" He reminds. I nod slowly, pretending like I didn't forget.

But I forgot.

Greyson smiles at me. "Watch your fingers, honey." He warns, reaching up for the hood. I quickly pull my hands to my chest. "C'mon, back inside." He coaxes, nodding towards the front door.

I sigh, but I turn around and start making my way back towards the front door. Greyson's right behind me, following me inside. "There's no air in here." I complain, hesitantly walking through the door.