Shattered Asylum

Chapter 26 part 1

I am currently watching Madison and Kristy make out after losing a bet to Vinnie. After my near death experience, everyone decided to stay on land for the night and start a fire.

Grayson has been glued to my hip, following me everywhere I go. I think he's still in shock, I'm sure it was just as scary for him as it was for me.

The guys are going to go on a ride tomorrow morning in one of Vinnie's expensive toys. Ethan and Kristina headed in early because they were "tired".

I grab a twisted tea and a Coors light before shutting the cooler lid and walking back to my chair, handing Grayson his beer.

He nods his head, opening it and downing half of it. I feel the warm fire on my chilled skin. I listen to a drunk Vinnie say something about peeing. "You don't flush after you pee? That's fucking disgusting." Nora says, her nose scrunched up.

"If it's yellow, let it mellow. If it's brown, flush it down." Vinnie smirks, putting his hands behind his head, leaning back into his chair.

He goes a little too far, falling backwards. "That's Karma for being so gross." Nora points at him laughing. I chuckle at their bickering.

"You're beautiful." I hear Grayson say beside me. I look at him, surprised. "A fucking masterpiece." He slurs. He's so drunk, his eyes are half way closed, head laying in his hands. I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I watch him as he battles to stay awake. "Let me help you to your tent." I say standing up. I grab both of his hands, hoisting him up. I guide him to his tent, his arm draped over my shoulder, his weight heavy as he leaned against me.

"HEY! Where are you taking my man?!" Vinnie yells. "I'm taking him to bed." I yell back, stumbling around. He's heavier than he looks. "If you slip between her thighs be sure to condomize!" Vinnie yells at Grayson.

"Oh my hell! I'm just helping him to bed." I screech mortified. "If you're not gonna sack it, go home and whack it." Remind me to never let Vinnie near alcohol again.

Grayson just flips him off as we stumble around. He is so drunk, can't even walk in a straight line, mumbling incoherent words, and laughing softly at things that made no sense. Once inside, I plop him on his bed and kneel down, untying his shoes.

He grins lazily at me, his eyes half-lidded as I remove them, then leans back with a satisfied sigh. "Can you get my phone? It's in my bag" He asks, getting cozy. I rummage through his bag before finding it under a box.

"Here you go." I reach my hand out waiting for him to take it. He grabs my wrist, pulling me down beside him, tucking me under his arm. His grip is loose but firm enough to make it clear he wasn't letting go.

"Stay." He murmurs, his voice slurred, before his breathing evens out as he falls into a deep sleep. I sigh, trying to shift out from under him, but it was no use, he has me pinned. Rolling my eyes, I decide to wait until he is fully asleep before attempting my escape again.

In the quiet of the tent, with nothing to distract me, my gaze wonders over his face. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the way his messy hair framed his features, how peaceful he looked.

He was beautiful, even like this... especially like this. His usual guarded expression was gone, leaving behind the quiet vulnerability of someone who has let his guard down completely.

His lips were slightly parted and his face softened in sleep. I found myself staring, mesmerized by the little details: the curve of his jaw, the dark lashes that rest again his cheek, the way his arm subconsciously tightened every now and then, as if he didn't want me to leave.