It's Complicated... (Sequel to HELP; Cameron Dallas and Dolan twins fanfic)

Chapter 5

I wake up at around 6 AM I hear two loud beeping noises. The sounds cause me to jump a little bit. The sun is barely out, and the house still looks pretty dark. Everything is still and motionless. I then notice that the noise had also woken up Cameron, but Grayson's still asleep.

"Good morning Skylar," Cameron spoke quietly with a wide smile.

"Good morning Cam," I reply with the same volume.

"Yeah, good morning," I then hear a voice say. But it's not Cameron's, Ethan's, or Grayson's. I turn my head to see behind me, and find a large, distant figure. It's not moving an inch, and I start feeling nervous. Cameron notices too, then stands up gradually. He carefully over walks towards the tall lamp. He powers it on, and I can now see the figure clearly. My dad.

Cameron turns over in my direction. "Is this him?" He asks. I nod my head anxiously. With no words said, Cameron walks up to dad. Out of nowhere, he then punches my dad across the face. This knocks him back into the island in Cameron's kitchen. The sound then wakes Grayson. He slowly sits up and sits me up on his leg. He places his arm around my waist and stares me in the eye. Meanwhile, Cameron and my dad are in the kitchen, and I can't see what's happening. But I can hear them both fighting and yelling.

"What's happening Sky?" Grayson questions tiredly. I can feel tears begin to form in my eyes.

"It's my dad," I begin to say with a shaky voice. Before I can finish, Grayson whips out his phone and dials 911.

"Here, tell them everything," he says handing me his phone.

"Thank you." I grab the phone at wait for an answer. I start shaking everywhere in my body. I've never had to actually talk to 911 before and thought I would never have to.

"You're going to be fine. Don't worry about anything. I'm here for you, always," Grayson whispers resting his chin on my shoulder. I fully smile, and then I get an answer.

"It's 911, what's your emergency?"

"Uh hi. My name is Skylar Olivia James. I'm at my friend's house and my... dad followed me here and broke into the house."

"What's your address?"

"28 Washington Street New York, New York."

"Okay help is on it's way."

"Thank you so much," I answer feeling relief.

"You're welcome. Would you like for me to stay on the line?"

"Yes please," I reply. The noises in the kitchen then come to a stop. What happened? Grayson stands up, and begins to walk towards the kitchen. I start to stand up to, but he stops me.

"Wait here. I don't you to get hurt," he says.

"I don't want you to get hurt either."

"I rather me than you," he responds before continuing. I sit back into the couch.

"Who's that?" The lady on the line asks.

"My boyfriend," I answer strangely.

"He sounds like he's really sweet," she says generously.

"Yeah he is. Thanks," I tell her. I then see my dad stumble into the room. Grayson slowly backs up a little bit. My dad looks at Grayson, then me.

"Say goodbye to your boyfriend Skylar," my dad says coldly. He then runs into Grayson and pushes him into the wall with high speed. I scream in fear, then break down crying. My dad has Grayson cornered. He endlessly strikes Grayson's face with a clenched fist. He then kicks Grayson's left shin. And there's nothing Grayson can do, he's trapped completely. It breaks my heart to see him go through so much pain. And to know that he's doing it for me hurts even worse. I would do anything to switch places with him, but I know that I can't. I want to go take my dad off of him like that, but I'm physically too weak to do anything. And the 911 operated keeps warning me to stay out of it. I then see Grayson's eyes shut, and he lifelessly drops the floor, hitting he head on a shelf. Blood begins to spread onto the floor from his face. No. No. No. This can't happen. Not to Grayson. That should be me. No. I let out a loud cry and roll onto the floor. I can't even control myself. My Grayson, he's... No.

"Stay calm Skylar. He's going to be fine," the operator say.

"No the fuck he's not. He's gone and it's my fault. I could've prevented this," I manage to say between cries. I can tell she was talking to me, but I ignored it.

"It's the police, open up." They're here. I look at my dad and he mouths the words "don't do it." So I run to the door and swing it open. Two men and a woman rush into the house and look for my dad, who had disappeared into the house. Another police woman enters the house and walks over towards me. The leaves the door wide open and I can see flashing police cars surround Cam's front yard.

"Are you okay Skylar?" She asks me softly. I try to calm down as I shake my head. I squeeze my mouth shut and try not to cry so hard. "It's okay sweetie," she then says pulling me into a hug. I just let it out and cry.

"I loved him so much... He was everything to me. He doesn't deserve this," I say quietly. Suddenly, Ethan appears rushing down the stairs. He comes up close to me and asks what happened. Instead of me talking, the police lady explains for me. Paramedics began to gather in the house and surround Grayson. Ethan looks over at his brother, lying on the floor covered in blood. He goes over silently and just looks at Gray as they prop him onto the stretcher. He just starts to cry, and I go over and join him.