2:12 a.m // g.d

Chapter 3

*Monday/Tuesday*

Grayson's p.o.v:

I walked over to the school, I was suspended but I still needed to show Ashton how much he hurt me.

Walking down the sidewalk, I spotted the mess of curly hair, he's not that hard to miss.

"Hey Ash, still stealing my girls?" I ask furiously.

"Dude, let it go. That was a year ago." Ashton argued, his face turning sour.

"I can't let it go Ashton, she died because of you!" I yell pushing his chest with all of the anger built up inside me.

"Stop making me feel guilty!" Ashton yelled back, pushing me harder.

Without thinking, I blew a punch to his jaw, letting my anger pour out. I pushed him to the ground, tackling him with punches as he fought back, pounding me to the lip with his knuckles.

I heard people yelling and I felt myself being pulled away. I tried fighting back against their pale arms but they had just as much strength as me.

I looked a few feet in front of me and seen a girl. She looked at me as if she was worried. She was beautiful. I stared back, watching her help Ashton instead of me. If only she knew how bad of a person he was.

All I could think about was how he could hurt her. Tears jerked my eyes at the thought of what happened last time.

The guy that was holding me back pushed me away and I was brought out of my thoughts. It was Ethan, my own brother.

"Are you okay?" The girl asked.

I just stared and shook my head, my eyes flickered back and forth between the two people as Ethan gave me a cold stare. I stumbled back and turning to run the other direction. I probably looked like the fool here. I am the one who started the fight.

After minutes of walking, I feel guilt consume me. I shouldn't have done that. Then again, Ashton shouldn't have drove that night either.

I tug at my light hair in frustration. Why am I so angry? I kick the rocks on the sidewalk, screaming out profanities. Why do I miss her so much.

I pull out the dog tag necklace from my pocket. I angrily rubbed my thumb against the soft metal, it helped me calm my anger. I took a deep breath as I tried clearing my head of the past events that just happened.

I clench the necklace tightly, shoving my extra hand in my pocket. I look up to the sky, watching the dark clouds roll by above me. I take a deep breath of the dry air, walking slowly.

I come up to my front door, slowly creaking the front door open to step inside the dark home. The smell of alcohol and cheap cologne fill the house.

My father was never home because he was always out at bars or hanging with prostitutes. I yell again in frustration, going upstairs to my room. I slam the door and punch the wall, leaning against it after. I fell to the ground and put my head in my hands. Why do I always become the bad guy in situations?

I feel tears begin to leak down my cheeks. I sit there and cry emotionlessly, looking around my dark room. I screw everything up, don't I?

.....

Kaitlyn's p.o.v:

It was currently 2am and Ethan and I were talking over the phone. (Italics is Ethan)

"How do you always stay up this late?"

"My mind is so awake." I laugh.

"Have you tried reading a book, maybe a glass of milk?"

"Yes, I try once in a while but I always seem to get up around two, I'm not sure why."

"Is it because of how your father passed away?"

My shoulders tense at the mentioning of my father.

"I'm not sure, maybe."

"If you need someone to talk to, I'll always be here for you, Kate."

"Yes Ethan, I know. You're like my big brother, I trust you."

"Just makin' sure Kate."

I sigh into the phone as the clock turns 2:12. I step out onto my deck, taking in the cool night air. I pull out the cigaret I've been holding onto and light it between my lips.

"You're not smoking again are you?"

"Ethan," I sigh, "you know I do."

"Yes, but I really wanna help you to quit."

I listen to the silent buzzing over the phone as we go silent for a few seconds.

"It's just, hard to quit smoking. It's an addiction, an escape."

"Maybe we can find something or someone to replace it. There's got to be something."

I think for a minute by what he means. Maybe find a distraction, at least. Maybe set some goals, maybe promises. I'm not sure, I'm not that great at keeping promises.

I take the last puff of my cigaret and flick it off of my balcony.

"Okay Kate. It's almost 2:30am, I'm pretty sure we should get some sleep now, alright?"

"Okay, E. Have a good sleep, love you."

"Love you too, Kate."

I hang up my phone and enter back into my dark room.

I lift up the covers and slowly get in my cold bed. I then closed my eyes, trying to think of a new escape.