A Southern Belle Summer

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Gray's POV

Today is Wednesday. It's been two years since Bobby died. I am currently at the camp sitting on the floor in the hallway that's covered with pictures.

I've been here since four o'clock this morning. I just can't face my parents on this day. I can't stand to see my parents upset, so I usually avoid them all day.

They don't know where I go, they just know I don't stay at the farm. The only person who knows about this is Mackenzie. She has offered multiple times to come with me, but she understands that I just want to be by myself.

I don't like crying in front of people, especially my family. I have always grown up hearing 'Cowgirls Don't Cry.' Well I took that to heart. The last time I cried was exactly one year ago from today, and I was in the same position I was today.

I usually just come here, look at the pictures of us together, cry, and think of all the happy memories we had together.

It was 7 in the morning right now. I was sitting in the same position I had been all morning. Me sitting on the floor with my back against the wall of the main hallway with my knees tucked to my chest.

I heard the front door open, and sat still hoping whoever was there would just leave. I see someone standing at the mouth of the hall from the corner of my eye. I take a quick glance and see Drew standing there.

I quickly stand up and begin to wipe my eyes, hoping he couldn't tell that I had been crying. I turn towards him and put on a fake smile, so hopefully he can't tell anything is wrong.

"Oh hey Drew, what are you doing here?" I ask trying to make my voice even and happy.

"Your parents told me what today was and I couldn't find you, so I came to look for you," he said while coming closer to me.

"Oh, well you found me. See, I'm perfectly fine," I said hoping he wouldn't see through the lie.

"Cut the crap Grayson. I'm not stupid, I know you're not okay. You are far from okay," he said while he finally stopped when he was about a foot away from me.

"I am perfectl-"

"You are NOT okay! All you're doing is lying to me!" he screamed, apparently picking up on my lie.

"What do you want from me!? Do you want me to cry? Okay, No I am not okay! I lost my best friend and my only brother on this day two years ago! I do not cry though! This is the only day I cry! Why do you think I stay away from everyone on this day? I will not cry in front of anyone! I will not show weakness! Okay! See I'm perfectly fine! My brother's dead no big deal!" I finished my rant and my last words finally registered.

My brother was really dead. I would never see my brother again until I died, myself.

I slowly slid down the wall, my whole body shaking from the relentless sobs my body started giving.

I got back to my morning position: knees to my chest and my arms wrapped around em, with my head buried in between my two legs. Crying.

I was crying. In front of Andrew Stringer.

It was so quiet all you could hear where my sobs. I figured he would leave, but he just sat down beside me. It shocked me, but I still kept my face buried in my legs.

It was quiet for probably ten minutes, with just me crying until Drew spoke up.

"Tell me about bobby."

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Sorry it's short but I figured anything would be better than nothing!

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Love, Emily Grayson