My Bully Lives Next Door |G•D

TWELVE

Read authors note- very important!!
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I only consider him my bully, and he only considers me, his victim.

*Skylars POV*

I wipe the tears from my eyes and swipe my hand across my tear stained cheeks. I laid back down and relaxed. Not thinking about school, or life, or him. I left everything drift away like there was nothing to worry about. I closed my eyes and the only sound that was audible was the low beeping of the machines, and the almost silent sound of my breathing.

*Grayson's POV*

I jumped up from my bed without hesitation. I swiped my hand through my hair without looking in the mirror. I jolted downstairs, almost tripping over my own two feet. I scanned the room until I found my keys on the coffee table, where I had laid them before. I ran and grabbed them in my hand. I didn't bother to put my jacket on, only to go in what I was previously wearing. Which was suitable enough. I bolted to the door and pulled on the knob.

It's locked.

I turned the lock and as soon as the click was heard something else was heard also. Or someone. I looked down and turned to face the direction I heard the voice from.

"Grayson?" It's Ethan.

"Yes?"

"Where are you going?"

"As of right now it's none of your concern. I have to go."

I turned back to the door almost opening it, but it slammed shut when my wrist was pulled back.

"What do you want Ethan?"

"Why won't you tell me where your going?" He questioned with a stern face.

"I'll tell you later. I have to go."

I reached for the door knob, but he ran in front of me blocking my way.

"Ethan I don't have time for this right now. Move!"

"Not until you tell me where your going."

"I said... MOVE!"

He had a harsh look on his face. He swatted at my hand and knocked the keys onto the floor.
I was already frustrated enough...

"ETHAN I HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW."

"IM NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHERE YOUR GOING."

Before I could control my actions they got ahead of me. I raise my hand that's in a fist and punch him square in the jaw. He falls to the floor and I see immediate blood and bruising coming from his face. I felt instant regret...but it was the only thing I could do.

He put his hand to the place where I hit him. Looking back at his hands covered with blood, he stared at me. I had never seen him this way..so vulnerable...because of me. He looked at me with hurt in his eyes. His eye contact changed when he looked into the distance behind me.

"Grayson." I heard a little voice say. I turned around to see my mother with her hands over her mouth, with tears in her eyes. She had never seen me like this, neither had Ethan.

She came closer to me while saying my name again. She reached her hand out to put on my shoulder, but I turned before she could make physical contact. I looked at her dead in the eyes, I looked back at Ethan. I kept my head low while mouthing, "im sorry."