Revenge Is Sweet

26 - Isolophilia

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

I stare up at the ceiling, breathing far too quickly for my lungs to handle.

It's dark in here and I fear if I move, whoever's in here with me will notice I'm here and it'll come after me.

Greyson offered to let me sleep in his room. I told him I was fine.

I'm not a baby. I can handle this.

I don't need to sleep with him just because of a few nightmares. I'm more than capable of getting over them myself.

Besides, Greyson's been staying up just because of me. He needs to sleep.

On a quiet sigh, I slowly sit up in bed and prepare myself. It takes me twenty seconds to muster up the courage to slide out of bed and dart to the light switch by the door.

My eyes scan the completely empty bedroom, searching for him.

When I decide he isn't in here, I take a deep breath and reach for the doorknob. I have to be virtually silent as I slowly open the door and slip out into the hall.

Greyson's door is closed which makes going down the creaky steps easier. I tiptoe and go one at a time, slowly but surely getting to the very bottom.

I ate before bed but it's around two in the morning now. I'm hungry, and I don't think I'm going to make it back to sleep.

Very slowly, I open up one of the cabinets and reach in for a glass plate. I hesitate before I set it down on the counter, sliding my fingers under the base of the plate to soften the sound when I set it down.

I don't want Greyson waking up and coming downstairs to see me stealing a bunch of his food.

The microwave might actually be the death of me. All I want is some leftovers from dinner. Is that really too much to ask for? Really?

I frown to myself as I just put the leftovers away. No way am I getting away with that microwave.

Instead, I put the plate back and replace it with a bowl. It's so late, but ice cream is quieter than leftovers and, frankly, anything with a wrapper. Which is literally everything in the cabinet.

There are so many different ice creams in here, so I chose three different ones and put them into one bowl. I'm not sure if it'll taste good, but I don't care.

I'm positive Greyson bought these for me, so I'll do my best to finish them. He won't be happy if he learns he wasted his money on nothing.

I take my bowl to the living room and curl up on the very far side of the couch positioned against the wall. It sets me up in the corner and gives me a good view of the dark living room.

For now, the tv gets left off as well as the lights. I don't want to take any chances with waking Grey up. He should just sleep.

I can only hope the coyotes who are in the middle of screaming their damn heads off outside don't wake him up before I can. They sound pretty close.

Grey's just fucking with me when he says they can smell me, but I wonder if he is serious about them getting close.

Would they even get close to humans? I don't even know if they're the kind of animals where they're more afraid of you than you are of them.