Unexpected Love

Chapter 2 - Greyson

The family dinner my mom hosted once every year was always fucking awful. There was not a moment where we weren't screaming and yelling at each other. Something always went wrong. The night was bound to burst into flames.

No pun intended.

Ashton was already mad that I forgot to buy the parsley but in my defense, I was with Gavin he should have remembered. He was also mad because no one seasoned the meat before he got there. But he knows damn well if anyone seasoned it he would bitch and moan about how we did it wrong. No one wanted to be scolded by him.

He showed up an hour late, and said the restaurant was busy today. The restaurant he owned 'A Taste of Beau' opened around three years ago.

He poured his blood, sweat, and tears into it.

Alright, no tears, a lot of yelling though.

Gavin dropped off the groceries we bought together and went back to work. There was something going down near the river, but he wasn't allowed to tell us what. He also said he had to get a report on Bailey to make sure the car crash was an accident.

I with no hesitation told him I would go with him.

I was drawn to her like a fuse to a flame.

Fuck, I wanted to see her but I didn't want to make anything weird. Why I wanted to see her I had no fucking clue. From the moment I lifted her out of the car, I felt a sudden urge to protect her, a gnawing feeling pulling at my chest. I was being pressured down and all I wanted to do was be beside her. It was like I couldn't be away from her.

I was constantly messaging Anthony for updates, and when the sixth text went through, he stopped replying.

He had given me one fucking update and that was "their extracting the glass out of her arms and sides right now. So far so good."

How was taking glass out of a person good?

How was any of that okay, how was she okay?

I was nervous the entire time, just waiting for her to be in recovery. I was barley focusing on what was going on around me. All I was thinking about were her eyes. Her baby blue beautiful eyes.

Ashton was still cooking dinner, Mom was setting the table and Gavin had just gotten home, he walked in with his phone pressed against his ear giving Ma a kiss on the cheek and waving to my dad as he continued to talk to the person on the phone.

He nods his head at me as I sit alongside dad watching the game. Behind me, my mother was dialing someone as she set the table. I could hear her phone ringing as she pressed it against her ear.

Probably Anthony, he still wasn't here, and my update wasn't either.

I look around our home pretending not to ease drop on my mothers conversation.

This was our childhood home. The place where we all grew up. The white walls were comforting, especially the corner where he had our growing measurements written on the wall. The brown wooden floors, where all four of us would have our fights.

Fights I would win.

We had five bedrooms upstairs, all our rooms beside one another. We started off sharing but as we grew older we realized we needed time away from each other. The offer to get away from Anthony's snoring was a no-brainer.

My mom's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, her phone finally picking up.

"Anthony?"

I knew it.