The Hawthorne Sister

Chapter 29

I strode down the hall, Grayson next to me.

"You shouldn't force yourself to do this." He stated.

I turned my head to make sure he saw my arched eyebrow. "Force myself?" I scoffed. "She's the reason my arm's in a cast. Of course I'm going with you to kick her out."

Grayson flinched at my last three words.

Oh right.

I forgot I'm the only one who doesn't view Skye as family.

"Look." I stopped walking, holding my arm out to make sure he would do the same. "She's your mom. I know this is going to be hard for you, but it's better than turning her into the police."

Lie.

I'd rather turn her into the police.

He sighed. "She let Drake in. Avery was shot at. You were shot. She needs to go."

At least he knows.

He turned away, turning the corner to Skye's room.

This should be good.

It's always so fun to confront the person-who-put-you-in-the-world because they tried to take you out of it.

Going around the corner, I saw Grayson standing outside the door, his hand paused in the air, about to knock.

As soon as I stood next to him, he seemed to snap out of his trance. He looked at me, then at the door.

I arched my eyebrow.

He knocked.

I heard footsteps rushing towards the door. After Skye presumably looked through the peephole (that's a weird name), she opened the door. Of course, she was wearing a bathrobe.

"Grayson!" She sounded delighted. "What are you doing here!"

She pointedly ignored me.

"Lilith and I are here to talk to you." 

She frowned at the emphasis on my name. 

Turning around, she walked back in, gesturing for us to follow her. Well, gesturing for Grayson to follow her.

I'm used to it.

Following Grayson, I sighed, and walked in. Hopefully he won't take it too hard.

I, for one, am going to celebrate the second she leaves.

Skye sat down on her couch, not bothering to readjust her robe. 

We both remained standing.

"Let's try to make this quick, I have an appointment for a massage."

Since when does she care about being on time?

Grayson gave her a tight almost-smile. "No, you don't."

"Yes, Gray, I do." She smiled. "So what is this about? Why is she here?"

"She is here because you decided that it would be a good idea to let Drake onto the premises, and show him the tunnels." I bit out. 

The faster this goes, the better it'll be for Gray.

The smile slid off her face. It was soon replaced with a pout.

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" She looked for sympathy in our faces. "I had no choice."

Bitch, you better be joking.

Grayson gave her an imperious stare. "You had a choice. You had the choice to report Drake, to not show him the tunnels, to refrain from letting him in. You had many choices."

Her face showed betrayal. "I was doing it for the family! Avery stole the inheritance, from all of us!"

I glared at her, lifting up my cast.

She eyed it, seeming to not care.

"And what's your excuse for this?" I made sure my voice stayed steady. "What's your excuse for Drake shooting at me?"

"Oh," She gave a light shrug. "You stole my son's inheritance too."

Grayson's eyes were full of anger when he spoke. "She could have died." 

"So?"

That's it.

I took out a dagger.

Grayson pushed my arm down.

"You're leaving." His voice was authoritative, seemingly not giving room for argument.

Skye, apparently, managed to find that tiny space. "You can't kick your mother out of the house!"

"Bitch, it's Avery's house, not yours." I rolled my eyes.

Grayson choked. On what, I don't know. 

Look, she's never treated me like her daughter, therefore she's not my mom. 

Not mom = bitch calling privileges.

See? Logic.

Skye's eyes flashed dangerously. "Watch who you're calling a bitch, girl."

I gave her a blank stare. "What are you going to do?" I gasped in horror. "Are you going to- to-" I started fake gagging. "Be involved in my life? Please don't."

She turned to Gray. 

"I raised you, Gray. How can you do this?"

Grayson looked down at her. 

"You only took part in my upbringing when it was convenient for you." He looked at me. "That was more than you did for Lilith, though." 

"Why do you think Zara got more than you?" I gave her a smug smile.

Skye opened her mouth, probably to try and argue, but Grayson cut her off.

"I've arranged transportation and living quarters. You have five hours to pack. After that, we never want to see you step foot in Hawthorne House again." Grayson turned and walked out of the room, his footsteps light.

My smile grew, transforming into a proud one. I followed Grayson out the door, leaving Skye sputtering.

To quote Percy Jackson, "LOL, NOOB".

I followed Grayson through the halls, speeding up to catch him. 

"Hey." I said, bumping my shoulder against his. 

He looked at me, kind-of smiling. It was a sad smile, yet he seemed like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"So..." I looked at him mischievously, "what do you think about more sibling bonding?"

Grayson raised his eyebrows.

"I think, that as long as there's no hair dyeing, it would be a fun pastime."

Ugh.

Fancy words.

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So this one is incredibly short, but it'll have to work cause I fell behind schedule.

Thank you for reading!

-Waffles