Grey

Chapter Eleven

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“Jesus,” I muttered as Ivy and I walked out of our AP Government class. We had just taken our final exam. Hardest. Thing. Ever. “That was so hard.”

Ivy giggled and then nodded. “Hopefully I passed,” she added. “The good thing is we only have two more exams left, one pointless day of school after that, and then we have our graduation.”

Graduation. The words hung in the air but not as a dead weight. As a celebration. I smiled for the first time in days. “I can't wait. And then next month I'm a legal adult!” But it was also the two year anniversary of Rowan's passing.

I hadn't talked to Grey since the fight. And he must have felt guilty or he knew to give me my space because he didn't show up at my window. Truth be told, I missed him. And the burden of my miscarriage planted itself in my heart and I became anxious to tell him. I could wait, but I couldn't.

It was a relief that it was the end of the day. After coming back to school from lying in bed for a week, the routine had become exhausting. When I got into my car, I looked down at my stomach. I knew exactly who I needed to see.

“Violet?” Grey's mother said in a shocked tone when she opened the door. Katherine was dressed in black pin stripe work pants and a white blouse. She looked as if she had just gotten off work.

I leaned in to hug her. “Hi. I just had to talk to someone,” I said .

“Why of course!” Katherine exclaimed and waved me inside. Instead of taking me to the kitchen table to talk, she took me into the living room. It looked so much different from when I was fifteen. I'm assuming that since Grey's father had been kicked out, she changed around the rooms.

We sat down on a tastefully floral couch. With tears building into my eyes, I sighed. “There's something I have to tell you. It's something I haven't even told Grey yet.” Katherine looked at me as if she knew. “Last week...I had a miscarriage. I had no idea I was pregnant and Katherine, I'm scared,” I whispered, breaking into full on sobs. It was as if I couldn't say two words about losing the baby before I broke down.

Katherine pulled me into the tightest hug I've ever received. “Oh, Violet. Oh, honey. It's okay.” She sounded as if she was close to crying, too. She smoothed a hand down the back of head, my hair clasping to my back. Katherine felt more like a mother to me than my own.

“I'm so sorry,” I said when we pulled away. “If I had known-”

“You didn't know and it's okay. It was a sign. It wasn't the right time,” she cut me off. I nodded. If there was a God...He did the right thing.

I took her hands in mine. “I'm trying to be the best at everything for your son. Really, I am. But he won't let me in sometimes.”

Katherine smiled. “Grey was always like that, honey. He just shuts down. But when I saw him with you a few weeks ago, he looked the happiest I've ever seen him. I'm so thankful for you.” I loved her.

Smiling now, I hugged her again. “Thank you so much.” We heard the roar of a truck outside and I sat up as I nearly jumped out of my skin. Katherine rushed over to the window and gasped.

“Grey's here.”

You have got to be kidding me.

He charged in as if his life depended on it. I sat in the other room so very tense. “Violet's here?” he asked.

“Yes, honey. But listen, you need to be careful-”

“Fuck that,” he shouted. I'd never heard him be so angry or hostile towards his mother. He stormed into the living room. I sat there, gasping like a fish out of water as tears slipped down my cheeks. “You can talk to my own mother but you can't talk to me? What the hell is going on?!”