Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

twenty-two

Greyson~

There's something, oddly strange, about Boston and Olivia being at my house when I get home. Olivia sits on the edge of Juliette's bed, making sure the pillows elevating her broken foot are fluffed enough. Boston relaxes on her desk chair, having a conversation about God knows what, when I walk in.

"Hey!" Olivia happily says.

"You're home late." Juliette claims. I disregard the remark.

"I didn't know you guys were going to be here this late." I say, more to Boston than anyone else.

"Well um, we needed to talk to you," Olivia hesitantly confesses. I don't know if I should be scared.

"I was wondering if I could stay over at Boston and Olivia's tonight?" Juliette asks, giving me her famous guilt trip eyes.

"Absolutely not." I say, no hesitation at all.

"But,"

"I said no Juliette."

"This isn't fair!" Juliette raises her voice.

"All I ever do is try and protect you Juliette! I provide for you! I give my all into making sure that you get a better childhood than I did! So sure, call it unfair; call me selfish, but you have no fucking idea what 'unfair' even means!" I raise mine. Olivia shoots a look at me, and I officially know I can't take it anymore.

As I walk down the hall, and reach my bedroom, I slam the keys onto my desk, and pray to God that I don't break something.

I cant be anything but angry right now. Juliette has no fucking idea how good she has it. Of course, she's been through her share of shit, but the difference between her and I, is that she's living in luxury.

I could never admit it to Juliette, but I truly started SilasCo. to give her the childhood I wished everyday for. When our mother got sick, I had no idea if SilasCo. was going to make me anything. I was a kid with an idea. I'm fortunate enough to have been able to create the empire I have now.

I find myself getting jealous of Juliette sometimes. When I was her age, there usually wouldn't be food on the table when I got home from school. I'm sure she can slightly remember that. I never got a brand new car on my sixteenth birthday. We never got new clothes before the seasons changed. All I ever wanted was to have exactly what Juliette has.

There's nothing that makes me happier than getting to provide that for her. I get to see Juliette truly enjoy her teen years, and not have to consistently wonder what her next meal was going to be, and if our mother would be dead by the time I got home.

"Knock knock," A girls voice says, standing in the doorway of my bedroom.

"Hey," I almost whisper, motioning Olivia into my room. It's so foreign, but so familiar, in the most beautiful and confusing way.

"What's going on with you Greyson?" She asks, sitting down next to me. She places a hand on my knee.

"This is going to make me sound like a complete asshole." I mutter. "It hurts; seeing you so happy with Boston. I guess I'm, jealous." I confess.

"It hurt letting you go Greyson. It still does." She claims. I don't know how much I can believe that what she's saying is true.

"You don't have to spare my feelings."

"I'm not." Olivia tells me. I don't say anything. The silence is uncomfortable.

I glance over at her, noticing each feature that I fell for.

Her golden brown eyes, the freckles on her rosy cheeks. Her gorgeous brown hair, always done flawlessly. Her smile and her laugh. If perfect were a person, their name would be Olivia Jackson.

It makes my physically sick that she could just give up on anything we had, that quickly.

I've always wanted to see her happy; but now that she is, I realize that I wanted her to be happy with me.

"I never wanted to hurt you Greyson; Ever." She confesses. Tears well in her eyes, and it takes everything in me to not kiss her. I want to take away all of her pain.

"I know you didn't." I mutter. She puts a comforting hand on my back, rubbing it with her thumb.

"I still love you," She confesses. "And I hate myself for it."

And at that, Boston stands in my doorway, looking exhausted. I don't want to know what happened between him and Juliette, nor is it my business.

"We should, probably get going." Boston quietly says. Olivia nods her head, glances at me one last time, and heads out with Boston, leaving me alone with my own thoughts once more.