The Amnesia effect | g.d

Chapter 7 | PATD

"Your lies are the bullets and your mouth is the gun"
-Unknown

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"You know I've been calling you all day?" I proceeded to the kitchen in hopes I could get relief from Gregory's voice for 5 freaking seconds.

"Where the hell were you Amnesia?" That didn't last since Gregory was acting like the clingiest bitch on the planet. I looked outside the kitchen window to see if Rosie's car was here, and unfortunately it wasn't. Which meant she wouldn't be home until mid afternoon the next day.

"None of your business-" I yelped when I felt Gregory's hand wrap tightly around my arm.

"What? Are you gonna hit me now? Be just like our mother?" I tried my best to keep my voice steady but it cracked as the memories began to flow back in. Gregory looked down at his hand that was wrapped tightly around my arm and had a look of realization spread across his face. This made his grip loosen and I was able to jerk my arm away.

"Don't you ever touch me again." I felt my eyes begin to water. Gregory's eyes filled with sympathy and that only made me angrier. He had no right to give me any sympathy.

I ran up to my room before the tears had a chance to poor out. I slammed my door shut and pressed my back against it and slowly slid down until I was sitting on the floor.

"How long do you think mom will be gone this time?" I joked as I waited for an answer from Gregory, but never received one.

"No stop." I tried my best to force the memories to the back of my mind but it was hopeless, they came rushing back.

I reached my hand out towards Gregory in an attempt to break him out of his own head, "Gregory-" my hand was swatted away by his cold, almost lifeless hand. I brought my hand back to my side when Gregory blurted, "I'm going out." Before I had any time to respond he was already grabbing his keys.

"You're leaving too?" Gregory stopped his hand on the doorknob as he turned slowly towards me, "I won't be long." and with that he walked out. Like everyone else has. I felt my stomach drop as I watched Gregory back out of the driveway from the window. I knew that when he said, "I won't be long," that actually meant I had to stay up and wait for one of his friends to drop off a high or drunk Gregory.

My eyes snapped open when I felt my phone buzzing. I quickly wiped my eyes so I would be able to see the screen.

"You wanna go get pizza?" I scrunched my eyebrows at the unfamiliar husky voice on the other line. I squinted my eyes to read the caller id, "smug smirking monster". I scoffed when I realized that it had to be Grayson. He must've grabbed my phone when I had gone over to his house. He gad to have just woken up since his voice sounded as dry as the Sahara desert.

"What? No way! It's like 9 o'clock-" I walked over to my dresser to throw on my panic at the disco sweatshirt with my phone, using my shoulder to keep it steady against my ear. I was cut off by Grayson's husky voice, "I'm picking you up in twenty minutes." I was about to protest when my stomach started growling. He had already hung up before I had any time to agree. I hadn't eaten all day and there was no way I was passing up some pizza.

"Shit" I remembered that Gregory was still home. "I could always just eat something here", I thought to myself.

Hell no. I don't mean to sound unappreciative or anything, but I would much rather eat pizza then some cold Mac n' cheese. I walked over to my closet and slipped on my old high top converse and some black leggings.