Grey

13.

Greyson's POV

My hand was on the front doorknob as I was preparing to leave. My relationship with Daniel was over. He couldn't even stand to look at me. I couldn't help but feel like I was the cause of all of this. I continued to pursue a relationship with Daniel even though I knew what my mother was capable of. For some reason I just thought things would be different. That maybe we would be able to survive it.

"Greyson where are you going? You can stay longer if you'd like." Mr. Connors was watching me closely.

"I just have some stuff that I have to take care of." I said looking at the ground. I couldn't even look him in the eye knowing that my family was the cause of all of the mess he was dealing with.

"Look I hope my announcement didn't cause any trouble between you and Daniel. This is something that he shouldn't be worried about. His mom and I will figure things out."

"Let me know if I can do anything to help out. If you guys ever need a place to stay you're free to stay at my place." I offered weakly, knowing that my mother would do anything possible to make sure that never happened. But at this point I was also prepared to do anything to fix this. I didn't exactly  know how yet but I would do anything to help Daniel and his family.

I shut my eyes at the memory of his tear streaked face. I was the cause of that.

"Mr. Connors, can you tell Daniel something for me?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Tel him, I'm sorry."

"I'll be sure to let him know."

I turned the knob and prepared to leave when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Mr. Connor standing there looking concerned.

"Oh and Greyson, I couldn't help but notice that you seem like you're troubled with something. I just want you to know that whatever it is, everything is going to be okay."

"I'm fine but thank you." I said giving him a smile and a wave. Then I left and shut the door behind me.

I walked to my car and got in. I could feel the rage building inside me as I pulled out of the driveway and headed home. My mother wasn't going get away with this.

As soon as I got in the house I didn't even bother taking off my jacket or my shoes. I completely ignored Thomas, my butler, as he asked me about how the dinner went. Instead I took heavy, angry strides towards my mother's office.

I slammed open the door to see her shuffling stacks of paper on her desk.

"How could you!?" I demanded. I was so heated it took all of my self control not to go into a rampage.

"I have no idea what you are referring too." She said sounding bored and unconcerned.

That was it. That was the last straw. I walked up to her desk and grabbed a picture frame of her, my dad, and I and threw it against the wall. It made a loud crashing sound and shards of glass flew everywhere. One of the shards cut me across the face but I was so enraged that I didn't feel it.

"Look at me!"

My mother stared at me in shock. This was the first time that I'd ever gotten her attention.

"How could you do that to Daniel's family!? His father is out of a job, his mother can't work! How are they supposed to keep their house!?"

My mother sat down the stack of papers she'd had in her hand, and regained her composure.

"I warned you about associating with low class filth like them. Yet you continued to slut it up with their son. You disgust me. I have a reputation to uphold. It's about time you understood that. Those people are disposable trash. And if you continue to act like one of them, then I'll dispose of you too. One more episode like this and I will make sure that you are committed back into the psychiatric hospital." She said standing up to her full 5'6 stature.

I'd never seen my mothers eyes look this cold. They were cold, grey, and void of all emotion. It was at this moment that I realized that my mother never really loved me. It was this moment that I realized that I hated my mother.

"You are a cold hearted bitch, and there is a special place in hell for people like you." I said staring her down.

"There's a special place in hell for you and your little gay friend too." She spat back.

"You know what? Now I see why dad left you. The only person you are capable of caring about is yourself." I said coldly.

She stared at me in disbelief. A flash of hurt crossing her face for a brief moment. This was the first time I'd ever seen my mother break her stony and cold composure.

This was the first time that I'd ever spoken to her like that or threw Dad's departure in her face. Normally I would've felt terrible, but at this point I could care less. The one person that meant the most to me at this point was Daniel.

I walked out of her office and went upstairs to my room locking the door behind me. I looked in the mirror at the gash on the side of my face. A trail of blood had formed. I got a towel and pressed it to my face, trying to staunch the bleeding.

Flashbacks of the glass breaking in the office, went through my mind. I felt my heart drop at the realization that I could've just potentially made everything worse. In anger she would do whatever she could to ruin Daniel's life.

Then flashbacks of the broken shards of glass from the alcohol bottle filled my mind. It was as if I was suddenly transported back to that moment. The shards of glass, the blood streaming from my wrist like crimson ribbons into a dark red puddle on the floor as I slowly faded in and out of consciousness. I covered my face with the towel. There was only one solution. I had to stay away from Daniel.

My heart felt as if it was being torn into pieces as I realized that I might've lost the one person I truly loved. I tried to assure myself that we could get through this. But at the memory of Daniel's tear streaked face screaming at me to get out of his room I suddenly wasn't entirely certain.

I looked at the prescription medication on my desk. For a moment I felt myself spiraling out of control. Losing grip on reality again. I got up from the bed with the intention to take them. I stared at them for a moment before I grabbed the bottles and threw them in the trash instead.

I had this all under control.

This chapter is really short but it was necessary. It gets even darker from this point, so I hope you guys can handle it. Thanks for reading. I love you guys. Make sure you comment comment comment! I really do read them all, and they really inspire me to keep writing!:)