50 Days Of Grey (#Wattys2015)

{ n i n e } : tell me

ix: cohesion

❝the act of sticking together, or staying together in unity.❞

[Day 6]

"Mom! We're leaving." Your voice had called out as you walked down the stairs, one hand holding a bag and another helping my mother.

"Okay, hun." Your mom had called back.

"Where are they going?" I asked your mom as I finished drying the last plate from lunch.

"Doctor's appointment at one." She said sending me a small smile.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"Go ahead, sweetie. Be careful." She whispered.

I sighed wiping my hands on the towel I'd used for drying and headed towards the door where they'd just exited.

I stood there watching as you helped my mother in and she thanked you with so much gratitude and love in her eyes it hurt. You turned around as I walked towards you.

You folded your arms firmly above your chest staring down at me menicingly, "What do you want?" You asked.

"I, I want to come." I said pretending to be confident and strong.

"No." You bluntly said, glaring at me with such intensity. Your chocolate eyes - once so beautiful and filled with love - burning with intense hate.

I looked away - towards my mother, who was now staring at us - then back at you. You kept your stance - stiff and angry - as you intimidated me with those eyes. 

"Greyson, look, I don't really care if you hate me with all your, uhm, guts for the rest of your life. But, just let me come. Because, one, that's my mother in there. And two, apparently I care for her too." I said gaining some new found confidence.

I watched your face, emotions passing so swiftly replacing the other - once, seeing pain for half a second before changing back to anger - battling for dominance. A stoic expression overcomed the rest as he rolled his eyes and stepped away from the car. Walking towards old moses' driver's seat - which is the name he'd labeled his car with - his eyes piercing the ground below his feet. Oh, joy.

I smiled triumphantly walking towards the car door - which looked shiny, and might I say, he did a great job washing and taking care of the old buster - opening and entering, then closing the door behind me. The car's engine started and we drove down the old highway towards town. 

{A Moment In Time}

"You believe them..." You whispered so lightly and softly that I almost couldn't catch what he said. 

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at him, "G-Greyson..." I stuttered.

"You believed everything they said," You said numbly, more to yourself than I.

"You don't-" I started tears spilling from my eyes.

"You-you... I told you not to believe them... I told you the truth about everything... I tried so hard to make you see, that-that I couldn't do that." You said, pain dripping from your voice as you slurred out the words.

"You don't understand-" I tried again, this time taking steps nearer.

"No, Julie. I understand completely." You had said, your voice void of any kind of readable emotion, but I could see through you, I could see the pain, the hurt... Just like how I saw the way your eyes betrayed love when you admitted everything to me the night you confessed.

You chuckled coldly, "I can't believe I actually thought you'd believe me..." You said taking two steps away from me.

You turned back to me a smile playing your lips, "I guess, I thought... I thought, that because you loved me - well, I think you do, or was that all a lie too? - that you would trust me enough not to believe them... I guess I was wrong. Have a nice life, Julianne." you muttered, turning back around.

I cried then... I guess I was that helpless, but could I have done more? There was no point in blaming myself because I already knew how much I screwed up this time.. I guess I had to do what I knew my heart wanted, and my mind went against. Chase him.

❝it's not you, it's my inability of standing human beings...❞