Shattered Asylum

Chapter 26 part 1

I'm 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, opening it and downing half. I feel the warm fire against my chilled skin. I hear a drunk Vinnie say something about peeing.

"You don't flush after you pee? That's fucking disgusting." Nora scrunches up her nose.

"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 leans a little too far, tipping 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 half closed, head resting in his hands. I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I watch him struggle 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 leans 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, he can't walk straight, mumbling incoherent words, and laughing softly at things that make no sense.

Once inside, I plop him onto his bed and kneel to untie 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, finding it under a box.

"Here you go." I hand it to him, but 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 isn'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.