"Nobody really touches my phone. So if anyone got it, they would think it's a hard password when it's not." I chuckle
Mr. Greyson scrolls through the messages, reading them. His jaw clenched ever so slightly, and he clenched his hand in a fist as he continued to read each message.
He plays the voicemail out loud.
I hear my dad's chilling voice ring through the almost completely silent room.
The voicemail continues to play.
"That's enough," Dexter says, and he hits the power button one time to get the voicemail to stop playing.
Both Mr. Greyson and Jermery looked at him questioningly before seeing him look at me and switch their gazes to me now.
Their eyes soften slightly.
"He's not going to hurt you." Mr. Grayson said softly, bringing his hand to my face. I instinctively flinch, but my body remains still, and my mind tells me to calm down.
His callused hands softly touched my cheeks, wiping away the tears of fear that had fallen.
"You are safe here." He reassuringly tells me.
I nod softly.
Mr. Greyson looks at Dexter and says, "Trovalo, ma lascialo io a ucciderlo."
{find him, but leave him for me to kill.}
Dexter nods, a slight smile dancing on his face, a grin of your will.
"Volentieri," he replied before walking out.
{gladly}
Leaving Mr. Greyson and Jermery in the room with me.
"I'm sorry," I say to them that I am picking at my nails nervously.
"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for." Mr. Greyson tells me his eyes are stern and determined.
Stopping my movements with his own hands.
My lip is quivering slightly, but I am still looking down. "I'm being a burden, and I hate it," I tell him.
"Jeremy. Let me talk to Meredith alone, please." He tells him.
I hear the door open and shut quietly.
"Meredith, look at me." Mr. Greyson says it sternly.
I meet his eyes hesitantly.
"I never want to hear you say that again." He tells me his eyes are still stern.
I nod softly, looking at our hands, his own entrapping mine.
"Meredith." He says he is trying to get my attention. Pleading in a way.
I look up to him again.
"Do you promise not to say something like that again?" He asks me seriously.
"I promise?" I question.
"It's how I feel, though." I tell him.
He just sighs.
"Tell me why you think that." He asks me, searching for answers.
"I shouldn't be here. It's wrong. It's not your fault my dad hits me. You shouldn't have to keep me here; it's not fair to you and puts you in danger."
I almost detected a small chuckle being hidden.
"Well, it's not your fault either. I told you that you're staying here, at least for now. While I'm happy to know you worry about me, don't be. I'm not worried about your dad." He tells me his voice sounds like he is choosing his words extremely carefully.
"Mr,Greyson You work in an office. While I don't doubt you could defend yourself, I couldn't ask you to put yourself at risk for me." I tell him sternly, trying to talk sense into him.
His mouth slightly twitches, as though trying to hide amusement.
"Just call me Edison outside of work." He tells me I am finally letting go of my hands.
"Well, Edison, again, you work in an office, and he is a very mean man and could hurt you if he knows I'm here.
He softly muttered something under his breath that I couldn't hear.
"Meredith, you don't have to worry about me, alright?" He tells me, sensing my worry.
"Alright." I am still worried.
"Would you like to go downstairs and join everyone?" He asked me
"Everyone?" I ask him, confused.
"Yeah, all the people you see at the office meetings." He says to me:.
Which confuses me: why would they be here?
"I'm just having an after-office get-together." He tells me as though reading my mind.
"Well, do you think this is the last bag for today?" I ask him.
"It should be. If you want to, I'll have Jeremy remove it once you're done if you want to join everyone." He asked me.
"Wouldn't that be weird?" I ask him, concerned.
"I think it would be more weird if you didn't; they all already know you are here." Mr. Greyson says
"Mr. Greyson," I say before getting cut off.
"Edison." He interrupted me.
"They didn't come here to see me, which is why it was weird." I tell him, trying to explain.
"Well, I want you to join us." He pleads almost.
"Fine. As long as I'm not hooked up to this thing." I am gesturing to the IV.
"Alright, I'll have Jeremy come in a bit and remove it." He tells me he is heading to the door.
"Alright, thank you, Edison." I tell him with gratitude.
"No worries." He tells me with a small smile, almost looking foreign on his face. Softly opening and closing the door behind him.
I would probably try to leave tonight. I didn't want to be more than a burden, but I'm already being one.
I'm doing it for them. Their safety.
I sit there, bored out of my mind. Edison still had my phone. These walls are bare and have nothing to keep me entertained. The IV was almost done when the door was knocked on.
"Come in." I say it loudly so they can hear it on the other side.
The door is opened, and Jeremy enters, closing the door behind him.
He has a few things in a clear bag.
"Alright, now that you're done, I'm going to remove your IV." He tells me as he peels the tape holding it down.
Once the tape was peeled off, he removed the IV, placing a piece of glass on it and holding it down. "Hold it there. Try not to bend your elbow, or it is more likely to bruise." He tells me as he opens the bandage and places it softly over the piece of gaze I was holding down.
"There you go." He says to himself almost.
"Come on." He tells me, gesturing for me to follow.
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Dangerous black ties
RomanceA simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest da...
