My Bully Lives Next Door |G•D

TWENTY TWO

I looked at the floor as a tear slid down my cheek...
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*Skylar's POV*

I rolled my head around. Opening my eyes and licking my chapped lips. Hearing the faint ringing sound. I looked down at the floor and rubbed my eyes.

Did I fall asleep?

I don't remember the act of falling asleep, all I can remember is crying. I shook my head, the ringing from upstairs was blaring through the house. I stood up, gaining my balance. I walked to the stairs slowly, still halfway asleep. I tried to run up the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet. I walked into my bedroom leaving the door wide open behind me. I searched for the ringing sound, assuming it was my phone. I tossed my covers and threw off pillows. I looked over and saw my phone laying on my nightstand.

I don't remember putting it there...

I washed away the thought and grabbed my phone as quickly as possible, trying to catch the call. I answered the call only to be more confused than I had already been.

"Hello?"

"Um..hello?" The voice sounded soft, but tensioned.

"Who is this?"

"Is this Skylar?" Our questions collided and I couldn't understand what he had asked.

At that very moment I knew who it was. His voice was so angelic, but could be broken down to a low, raspy tone in a second.

It was Grayson.

"Is....is this Grayson?"

The other end of the phone stayed silent. He never responded my question, but rather questioned me.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?"

Why would he care....

"Is this Grayson?" I repeated.

I heard his heavy breathing, but again, he wouldn't answer my question.

"Yes or no." Was all I heard him say. I tilted my head to the side, even though he couldn't see.

"Yes, but are you-" gone. His voice was shut off instantly, the crackling I heard in the background was no longer lingering.

"Hello?" Silence was the only audible "sound."

I took my phone from my ear, and looked at the screen. It was my home screen. He had hung up.

My stomach sank to the thoughts roaming in my head. My heart felt heavy on my chest, and I felt tears threatening to spill out of my already puffy eyes. I breathed in harshly, I can't cry again. My back slid against my bed. I felt like I had been through this, the same situation, the same action, the same brokenness. I looked over, studying my curtains. My eyes refocused on what was behind them. I turned my head around, examining the rest of my room. It was filled with darkness. I clenched the phone in my hand, pressing the button to light up the screen.

8:39...

My head felt to heavy for my body, it leaned back onto the wood of my bed. I stood up, and walked over to my nightstand. I turned my phone on once again, setting the alarm for 5:00. I laid it down, and then myself. I pulled the cover close to my body, soon feeling warmth. I closed my eyes. Images popped up in my head.

My father...
Ethan...
Grayson...

They all faded as I felt myself fall, deeper and deeper.

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Beep* Beep* Beep*

I woke up, feeling anxiety fill my body. The old cruel sound of waking up to go to hell. I rolled over, not fighting what I had to do. I pressed the off button. I peeled the covers off my sweaty body.  I planted my feet on the floor, staring at the wall, not wanting to leave my house. The light from my window shined through out the room casting a shadow of me on my wall. I stood up hearing several pops. I stretched my arms out while yawning and rubbing my eyes. I slumped over and walked to my bathroom. I squinted my eyes due to the sun glistening against the glass pane. I flipped the light switch on and softly pushed the door, almost closed. I looked up from the ground staring at myself in the mirror. A stinging sensation hit my eyes, but I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. My vision focused on the shower next to me. I stepped near the shower curtain grabbing a towel and a rag laying them on the sink. I reached my hand behind the plain white curtain decorated with little flowers, and turned the knob. I immediately felt cold water strike my warm hands. I pulled my hand away and felt my knotted hair. I rolled my eyes and peeled back the curtain to sit on the ledge of the bathtub to adjust the warmth of the water. Seconds later hot water splashed into the tub from the shower head landing on my arms. I stood up and began stripping my clothes. I threw my dirty laundry into a pile next to the corner of the shower. I brushed my greasy hair back with my hand moving it from my face and eyes. I swung one leg into the bath as I did the same with the other. I pulled the curtain closed and felt goosebumps form on my body due to the sudden warmth I was feeling. An urge lurched threw my body.