Forever Yours

chapter 33

Chapter 33

Two week has passed. Danielle hasn’t changed in her condition. Greyson hasn’t left the room since. Charlotte and Mrs. Robert came to the hospital every day.

Cody couldn’t come every day because of work. He had come the day they all went to see the baby. The baby was inside the incubator. They weren’t allowed to hold him. They just watched him from behind a big window. The baby was naked and he was crying. His voice was so small and query, and his skin was red as if it was burning. His body was so small he looked like he was just as big as a tissue box.

Greyson's manager has been calling him every day, asking for him to come to the studio. But Greyson always turns down his calls.

Alli Simpson has come to visit Danielle, along with Cody, and so has Ellen, but Greyson didn’t give any notice to anyone except Danielle. He didn’t eat, sleep, or go anywhere except the bathroom for the past two weeks.

“Come on grey you have to eat!” Charlotte cried, forcing Greyson to eat.

Greyson remained silent, not moving, laying his head on the bed next to Danielle’s head.

“Greyson...” Charlotte called him again. “You haven’t eaten anything since Monday! Today is Thursday, you have to eat or you’ll die!”

Greyson still haven’t given any respond.

Charlotte sighed. She put the hamburger down. Charlotte sat down on the chair next to Greyson.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Charlotte glanced at Greyson. He was still in the position that he was earlier. He didn’t move at all.

Again Charlotte sighed. She went to the door. It was the police. There were two of them.

“Good morning Miss, sorry to bother you but is Greyson Michael Chance here? I need to speak to him.” Said one of the officers.

“He’s here alright, but he’s in trance. As if he’s not here. He won’t talk to nobody, not even me. So I don’t think there would be any difference with you.”

“That’s okay, I’m sure he would want to talk to me.”

“I seriously doubt that. He hasn’t talk to anyone for two weeks.”

The Police officers went in.  Greyson was there, still in the position that he was earlier. Charlotte sighed again.

“Sir?” one of the police officer put a firm hand on Greyson’s shoulder. “I have some information about the fugitive from Danielle’s accident.”

Immediately Greyson was snapped out of his trance. “What did you said?”

“I have some information about the Fugitive.” The police officer repeated.

“Tell me!” Greyson said, standing up suddenly, startling Charlotte. “Tell me now!”

The police officer backed up a little. “Calm down, sir. We still don’t know who it is, but we can tell you some things that you might want to know.”

Greyson’s body limped back again. He sat back on his chair.

“What is it?” Greyson asked. His voice was weak.

“It looks like the fugitive that hit Danielle, didn’t run away because of afraid of being caught or anything, but I'm afraid that he or she, who has hit her, did it on purpose.”

That hit Greyson like lightning. “What?!”

“Because if the fugitive did hit her accidentally, he/she would have tried to break when he/she saw Danielle and leave skid marks on the road. But the road is clean from any skid marks or any signs of showing that the car was trying to stop.”

“There might be a chance that the car’s break is broken but from the look on the dents on Danielle's car, it seems like the car that hit her gained speed instead of losing it when it came closer to Danielle. This means that when the fugitive saw Danielle, he pushed the engine harder, making his/her car move faster.”

Greyson was lost in word.

Someone has tried to kill her girl on purpose.

 Greyson thought that maybe the fugitive ran away because he was afraid that Danielle might sue him something he wouldn’t afford and his name would be spread all over the world  because of Danielle's status as a celebrity. Or maybe because he was afraid that Greyson might be angry at him. Or he would be caught and thrown in prison.

But hitting my girl on purpose?

Greyson balled his fist. He tried to stop himself from shouting.

“Now, I want to ask you,” the police officer continued, “Does Danielle have any enemies?”

Greyson suddenly laughed. Hysterical laugh. Charlotte looked worried.

“Grey-?”

Greyson stopped laughing as abruptly as he started.

“You’re asking me if Danielle has any enemies or not?” Greyson asked sarcastically.

The police officers remained silent.

“MY FANS HATE HER! Greyson roared, all of a sudden. “ALL OF THEM WANTED HER DEAD!”

“Sir, calm down now, there’s no need to-“

“NO, I have the right to shout!” Greyson shouted. “I'm tired of being the good guy. I hate my fans, and I hate all those fucking bitches who tried to KILL my girl! Why are they doing this?” Greyson started to sob.

“I loved them, I always put them first, even in front of Danielle, and this is how they repay me?” Greyson started to cry.

Charlotte came and hugged Greyson. Greyson cried on Charlotte’s shoulder.

“I think you should go now.” Charlotte whispered to the police officers.

“Right. I am so sorry for everything.” The police officer apologized.

“No its okay, just go.” Charlotte said, rubbing Greyson’s back, who is now crying like a five years old.

Both of the police officers went out.

Charlotte sighed.