Shattered Asylum

Chapter 24

I ended up not needing stitches. They sent me home with ointment to minimize infection and told me to keep a bandage on it. The nurse said I'd be fine as long as I didn't push myself too hard, of course, only made me think about the game.

We won.

I scored that goal right before Number Ten slammed into me, and even though I couldn't play for the rest of it, my team didn't let up.

They were fired up, angry for me, and pulled together to make another goal just before the final whistle. 4-2.

I should've been celebrating with them, but I was too busy icing my cheek and worrying about how furious Grandpa was going to be when he saw me.

Joe wouldn't have even taken me to the hospital, he would've just told me to "suck it up." Grandpa, on the other hand, hasn't let me out of his sight since we got home. He's been hovering, constantly asking if I'm okay, like he's afraid I'll drop dead any second.

But it's not Grandpa's worry or even the ache in my cheek that's keeping me up at night. It's Grayson.

I can't stop thinking about the way his body felt against mine in the car, the warmth of him beneath me, the way his muscles tensed up every time I shifted, the quiet, strained sounds he made.

Every jolt of the car had sent vibrations through us both, and the memory makes my face heat up again.

He was so close, so solid, and I'd felt everything. The warmth of his chest, the way his breath hitched against my ear, and those stupidly strong hands gripping my thighs.

Stop making those sounds. His whisper still echoes in my head, low and rough, and it sends a shiver down my spine even now.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is Grayson, the same guy who drives me insane with his smirks and sarcastic comments.

The same guy who's made it his life's mission to poke at every nerve I have.

But now? Now I can't stop picturing him pressed against me, his voice in my ear.

Fuck, I've gone soft.

Today is Friday, the last day before the weekend starts. I still can't decide if I want to go camping; it's suppose to rain tomorrow night.

I am in the last class of the day, taking notes for our quiz next week. Madison hasn't talked to me or Nora, she's been avoiding us. I guess getting knocked up side the head fixed a few screws. If she was like this until graduation, I wouldn't mind.

I still don't know what to do about the information Madison told me yesterday. I don't really want to think about it, knowing another panic attack will start. I know i'm safe here, Grandpa will make sure of it. I don't want to be scared anymore.

"Are you coming to the football game tonight?" Nora asks, looking at me.

"No, Grandpa want's me to come straight home after school." I say.

He want's to have a movie marathon night with me and Grandma.

"Aw darn. Have you decided to come camping with me?" She asks with a gleam in her eye.

"Still undecided." I say, writing down the notes from the whiteboard.

"You should really come, I have the best memories there." She says, getting out some gum.

The guy next to Nora turns and shushes us, rolling his eyes. I try not to laugh as Nora stares at him for a few seconds before sighing, getting back to her notes.

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We are making Grandma watch The Vampire Chicks. She put up a good fight but once I said I would be her model for the day, she basically ran to the living room.