Revenge Is Sweet

39 - Anfractuosity

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

I hate silence.

Not just normal silence that crosses a room when you're in it alone though. The silence in confined spaces that you share with someone else.

Greyson stopped at Bethany's house this morning before we left Virginia.

He told me to wait in the car when he went inside, I didn't argue.

He was gone for an hour. When he came back to the car, he had no emotion in his expression. It was just blank. Numb, maybe.

I asked him if everything was okay but he didn't answer me. Didn't even acknowledge me. I'm not sure what happened in there, but it must've been bad.

I hate myself for it, but I steal quick glances every now and then to search for blood that isn't his on him. There isn't any.

"Greyson?" I whisper, clutching Clem close to me. She lets me, uncaring. She never cares when I hug her on my lap.

Grey doesn't answer me but I don't think he's ignoring me on purpose. He looks like he's in his own world a million miles away. I don't even think he can hear me that far away.

I scoot across the seats and reach over to softly touch his arm. Grey jumps when I touch him and tugs the steering wheel to the right before quickly left, swerving out of panic.

I pull my hand away immediately. I didn't mean to scare him. Grey sighs heavily and manages to shake it off. "What, Sophia?" He harshly coaxes. "I'm driving."

"I'm sorry." I frown as I slowly inch back towards the passenger window. "You've just been so quiet." I quietly point out. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Greyson's answer is sharp and annoyed. Annoyed with me.

Greyson has yet to be genuinely annoyed with me. Not since when we first met, anyway. He's usually soft and kind, nothing like when we first met. Nothing like you'd expect him to be.

I've never seen him like this. He's too quiet and in a world that I'm not a part of. I don't think he's going to let me in either.

While I wait for him to let me in, I slide back across the seats and lean up against the window to watch. Clem glances out the window, but she's not really interested in it. She looks away.

I don't know if he'd snap at me if I asked him what's wrong again, but it's not why I'm keeping my mouth shut right now anyway.

I'd want him to leave me alone if I were in his shoes. It's only fair that I leave him be until he says something. Or at least until the soft Grey I'm used to comes back.

It's weird to think that I was once terrified of this guy. I know him so much better than I did the first time I met him.

At that time, I would've never even thought about living with him. Or sharing a bed, for that matter.

I think this is my life now.

I live with a serial killer and a six-year-old cat. Both of my parents are gone and said serial killer is all I have left in this world.

Actually, I lied. He's not the only one I have left. There's Toby too. I'm not as close to Toby as I am with Grey, but still. He's there too.

Also, my mom. She's not dead. Toby told me she wasn't dead. Apparently, fake ID making isn't the only business Toby is in. He finds people too. Or at least tries to.

He told me he might be able to find her, but he wasn't sure. I'd told him it was okay if he couldn't do it. Just two days later, Toby texted me back.

I haven't told Grey about it, and I'm not even sure I should. Especially not now. He's angry and in his own little world. Besides, what should I even expect of him after I tell him? Should I expect him to take me to see her?