You Promised (Grayson Dolan)(Love Robbery Sequel)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"This doesn't make any sense," I said, "He was in the files yesterday. I checked before going home."

My mom lightly shoved me out of the way, looking through the files, but she couldn't find it. She looked up at me, terror in her eyes.

"He couldn't have just vanished!" she said.

"I have to go check something," I said.

I went to the top floor to the morgue, slowly opening the doors of the dark room and tiptoeing in. My fingers grazed the cold metal of one of the slots. I traced the name on the slot: Henry Patterson.

"What are you doing?" someone said, startling me and making me trip over something and almost fall.

Bracken was standing in the doorway, looking at me.

"Oh, I was just..looking for the bathroom," I said.

His eyebrow shot up.

"In the morgue," he said, "C'mon, lets go."

He walked out, and I took one last look at Henry's slot before leaving. I followed him outside until we got to his car, where I stopped.

He motioned for me to follow him, and I hesitantly followed.

"You were going to look in Henry Patterson's slot, weren't you," Bracken said, turning into the vet clinic parking lot.

"No," I said, "Why would I want to see someones dead body? Especially after I tried saving him."

He shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe you're some kind of psychotic satanist."

He got out of his car and I followed after him, fuming. I continued following him inside, until he went to check on the cat room. I stood outside the door, and he looked at me, his eyebrow raising.

"Why don't you come in?"

"I hate cats," I said.

He laughed, taking one out of its cage and leaving the room. I locked the door behind me and followed him back out to the front of the clinic. The evil little shrub kept hissing at me, barring its teeth and trying to claw at me.

"Interesting," Bracken said, "Cats usually don't mind your type. I'm surprised."

"How dare you call me a psychotic satanist! I tried saving Henry, he died right in front of me. If anything, you're the satanist. Calling me a psychic and telling me I have super magical powers. You belong in a nut house," I seethed.

"I never said you had magical powers, I just got a feeling you know more than you let on."

I snorted.

"Said the man who seems to know everything that is going to happen and knows exactly what it means," I said, walking to the door, "I think you have magical powers too."

I threw the door open, slamming it on my way out. I hate Bracken. He thinks he knows everything and maybe he does but that doesn't give him the right to say the things he does.

It was a long walk home, and by the time I got there, I was still fuming. The man in the lobby greeted me, and I scowled at him. Grayson was waiting for the elevator, and we he saw me he smiled.

"Hey, look about last night..."

"Its fine, I don't care," I said, repeatedly smacking the button for the elevator.

"Are you sure because-"

"I said I don't care," I snapped, the doors finally opening.

I got on, pressing my floor. Grayson got in after me, standing on the opposite side of the elevator. I glanced over, and he was on his phone texting someone. My eyes lingered on his jaw for a few seconds before I looking back to the ground.