Inheritance Of Secrets

Bad driver

Amerie Grace had major family problems. Her dad died when she was 15 from an overdose and then her mum remarried when she was 16. Her stepfather was really rich but had over 15 reported sexual harassment cases against him. I already knew what could've happened to her—a possible reason for her death.

I stood up and started pacing. This case is too real. Today is not a good day for anything. A few weeks ago my life was fine. I didn't have to go near my mother. I didn't have to worry about my brother spiralling. The only real thing I had to worry about was Jameson's plans for his gap year that was most likely going to get him killed.   

My phone pings. Speak of the devil. 

Jameson- M.G found something at the red and will meet us in the solarium

Annabelle- U sure u need me

Jameson- 100

I turned off my phone and headed towards the solarium. When I arrived, Jameson was shirtless and definitely drunk.

"What are you  doing Jamie" I asked while slowly stepping toward him.

"What is the probability that my mother gave me a middle name of my fathers last name."

I didn't say anything. I knew a davenport and a blackwood. Maybe David davenport could be Grayson's dad but Aaron blackwood could of never been Xander's. Based on Skye Hawthorne attitude alone including their fathers name in each of the brothers names was possible. 

"Possibly" I start, "But there would only be one way to know"

"I have to talk to my mother."

"You should do it, With Avery, " I say to him. I am already too far in and this might be my only way to get out.

"Why aren't you coming?'' he asked. He was confused and a little hurt.

"It's complicated and not the best conversation to have while you're drunk Jameson."

He frowned, "What's wrong Anna?"

I should tell him. But I can't. "I'll fill you in when I have the time."

And I left. Like I always do. I leave before it gets too awkward. Before I have to open up. Before I even think about telling anyone anything real about me.

Even as I walked out the door I heard him call my name. I still don't turn around. I should. I still don't.

I started to go down the stairs of the Hawthorne house to get to the garage. In here I was hoping to find a car of Tobias that I would be able to borrow to pick up my brother. In Hindsight this is a terrible idea since I am probably the worst driver on this Earth. I'm seriously not even sure how I got my licence. Before I could even get close to going out the door I was stopped by a boy in a black million dollar suit with grey eyes and annoyingly perfect hair. 

"I thought you would be helping Jameson with his riddle." he eyed me with his stupid perfect silver eyes. God why was he here.

"Got some other things I needed to do. So if you'll excuse me." I try to walk past him but he puts out his arm to stop me.

"What things are more important Annabelle?" His eyes don't leave mine for a second. I could lie. He would believe me. It felt wrong. Why did it feel wrong? Why would I feel bad lying to Grayson?

"Sisterly duties calling," I say smiling, staring up at him. I can see the full view of his face. Even with his sharp cheekbones his face is somehow soft. I see how his left eye is squints and his eyebrows curl inward. He knows and he is not letting me go. "You know since you actually do know where I'm going, maybe you can just let me leave."

"I would but then you would be breaking your promise." The promise I made to him that I would not be anywhere near my mother. To be fair I was way too tired to be talking when that happened. Not like that would ever matter to Grayson. He could break a million promise and betray anyone he wanted but if I even thought about doing something that would betray those few words I said on a limb one night. It would be held over my head for the rest of my life. 

"look, I don't really care. I have to do this." I paused trying to think of one line to save the the day, "Family first right?"

I watched his gaze shift. I saw a flash of anger that I would compare something like this with the words he truly believed in. His face settled back into it normal glare of disapproval.

"Well then I guess you will have to have a tag along." side stepping to let me past.

 I wanted to punch him in the face. My hands enclosed into fists knowing there was no way of getting out of this. 

"Fine." I say, "No voicing your opinion and if anything even starts to go wrong because of you I'm done for good."

"Alright with me, Spots." He said with such care in his voice. 

I crinkled up my nose, "'Spots' really? So mature." 

"You're talking. 'Blondie'" he gives me a 'Grayson Hawthorne smirk' that to others wouldn't even look like a change in expression. But I saw it. Grayson showed most of his emotion in his eyes. He eyes were the guide to everything about him. 

"You are blond aren't you." I snap.

"And you have spots all over your face." He was still smirking. It made me so mad that he could just pretend all the things in his life weren't going horribly. 

"Just come and let's get a car," I roll my eyes and finally walk past him.

"I'm driving." he starts walking, making sure he is just in front of me, "I do not have a death wish today."

"Pushing my patience blondie." I grumble.

"Sorry spots."

I paused for a second, "Am I really that bad of a driver?"

"Everyone was banned from answering that question the second you started." 

I want to beat this man shitless. But why was everything he was saying just making me feel giddy? Why is all I can think About his eyes? Why are his eyes so pretty? Why was I think about Grayson Hawthorne? 

Then it hits me. I have to be stuck in a car with Grayson and my brother.

Both of them in the same car. 

This is going to be a struggle. 

A/n 

Little short but this was fun to write.

Hope you liked it