Grey

15.

Greyson POV

I was shaking with anger after Chris hung up the phone. Why the hell did Chris just answer Dan's phone in the first place? Something about that guy was really off. He was freaking 28 for goodness sake. Wait no was it 25? His age didn't even matter at this point because whatever his age he was a creep preying on a kid that was still in high school. That's why I didn't like him.

He was obsessed with my boyfriend and I noticed it from the minute he kept staring at him when we arrived at our first day of service at Sunnyside.

I called Dan's phone a few more times. Okay, more like 20 more times. I needed to make sure he was alright. Chris gave me the complete creeps. Each time it went to voicemail and I angrily began pacing back and forth in my room.

I began to feel really angry and upset. What if they were together now? I mean Daniel had broken up with me. We weren't together which meant that he was free to date whoever he wanted. Had he really given up on us? Had he gotten over me that fast?

I felt that feeling of depression rising up in me again. The deep impenetrable sadness that made me not want to exist anymore. I really didn't want to exist in a world without Daniel. I felt myself beginning to spiral out of control again. I had to get a grip on myself. I looked in the trash bin for the prescription bottle I had thrown away to find that my trash had been changed by the maid.

The pills were gone. I was beginning to panic.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen and began looking through the cabinets until I found what I was looking for. A bottle of Hennessy was stashed in the back of the cabinet where my mother had hidden it.

Ever since my episode from last year the doctors had advised my mother to keep alcohol out of the house. But I knew that was impossible for my mother who liked to have an occasional drink after a long day spent in her office.

One drink would make these feelings disappear. One drink would make the sadness go away. I poured myself a glass and swallowed the bitter brown liquid.
This will make the pain go away. I thought to myself.

I felt a little better after drinking the glass of alcohol. I looked at the bottle tempted to drink more but I promised myself that if I wasn't going to take the pills then I'd keep myself under control. I had this all under control and I put the bottle of Hennessy back in the cabinet.

Just then my phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was Daniel. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly answered and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I said feeling unsure all of a sudden. Maybe he was calling to accuse me of being a stalker for calling his phone 20 times.

"Greyson it's me, Daniel. I-uh-" He stopped abruptly and I waited for him to continue but then I heard a sniffle on the side. He was crying.

Something didn't sound right. "Daniel what's wrong?" I asked immediately.

"Chris- look Greyson- it wasn't his fault. He just got carried away. I left and I don't know where I am. It's dark and I'm kind of scared. Can you come get me?"

"Daniel where are you!?" I asked my heart was pounding in my chest. I swear if Chris did something to him I was going to rip every limb from his body and force feed them to him.

"I'm looking at a street sign now. Um-I'm on a street called Sycamore Lane."

"I think I know where that is. I'll GPS it. Be right there. Hang on, okay?"