Revenge Is Sweet

34 - Anagapesis

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Grey's been a little quiet for the first few hours of our drive. I asked him how much longer we had about an hour ago, he told me there had three left.

We have two more by now.

I slept the first three hours, and I'm pretty proud of that. But Clem is beating my record by sleeping nonstop. She's dedicated.

Greyson glances at her, she lays in the spot right in the middle of us. He scoffs. "Clementine." He scolds, reaching over to slip his hands under her paws. She meows at him, angry.

Clem likes digging her claws into the seats while she sleeps. Greyson hates it.

"Leave her alone." I frown at him, he keeps his eyes ahead. "She's only sleeping."

"She's messing my seats up." Grey scoffs. "Poking holes in my leather." He sends a harsh glare her way.

I reach over to drag her into my lap, she doesn't protest. "She's only a kitty." I reason. "She doesn't know what leather is, and she's just comfortable on it."

"If she digs her nails in my leather again, Sophia..." Greyson narrows his eyes at me. "I'm gonna declaw her."

I gasp and hug her to my chest. "You wouldn't."

"I would." He quickly argues. "There's a vet around the corner to Bethany's place. I'll do it."
He promises.

"But it causes early arthritis!"

"Early?" Greyson repeats with raised brows. "She's fucking ancient!"

"You're fucking stupid!" I retort. "It can cause back pain and lameness!"

"She's already lame!" Greyson quickly looks at me then back at the road. "Look at her." He gestures to her without even looking away from the road. "Lame ass cat." He grumbles.

"Don't be mean." I scold. "Clem is not lame."

"Her name is Clementine." Greyson dryly points out. "She's pretty fucking lame."

"You're lame." I grumble, setting Clem back down on the seat so she'll dig her nails into his leather seats.

Greyson shakes his head at the road. "Whatever." He dismisses, deciding to just let it go. "Just know, Dad would be really mad if he could see Clementine right now." He murmurs his warning.

I frown at the idea of making Greyson's dad mad about it. Greyson loves his dad, I'm sure he was a good man.

I sigh and reach over to pick Clem back up. Greyson hums in satisfaction.

I should've listened to Grey when he told me about his mom. I thought he was just being mean when he said she was a bitch. But no, he was right.

I hate her too. She's mean to him for no reason whatsoever. Even now, we're off on a road trip to help her out.

Clem meows at me when I hug her closer so I can scoot across the bench seat. Greyson quickly glances at me when I pull my legs up onto the seats and curl up right beside him.

"Don't go back to sleep, Sophia." Greyson orders, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to keep me close.

"I don't like your mom very much." I shamelessly hum, ignoring his order.

Greyson laughs at that. "Yeah, me neither." He agrees. "We won't see her again after this though so," He shrugs softly and tries tugging me closer.

"What is it?" I try asking him again. He hasn't told me what he's doing for her.