Breaking The Grey [Book #2]

Chapter 33

North

I kissed Allie on her lips, "Bye, I love you."

"I love you too." She replied.

We're standing in the hallway outside of Maliah's office. We made it a little earlier than expected, which is good because it puts us back on schedule. I usually feel off when my day isn't operated by my slight routine.

"Call me if anything okay?" I said.

"When are you gonna tell me what you and Mya were talking about?" She asked.

I sigh softly, "I'll tell you after therapy."

She frowns.

"I need to think about it, that's why. I also need to find out more information. I feel like I'm missing a key part of what my Mom was talking about." I explained.

"So you don't have the whole story yet?"

"Exactly. Before I tell you, I need to know the rest and be sure."

"Fine, but ... get the rest of the story soon. I don't like when you're in weird moods. Only I'm allowed to be in weird moods." She said.

I kissed her again, slightly pushing her toward Maliah's office door, "I will. I promise."

She grabs the knob and twists it. I watch her disappear from behind the door. I begin to see myself out of the house and back to my car. Jax is nowhere in sight and that's weird since she's normally close by annoying Maliah somehow.

Maliah looked tired and to be honest I think she may be contracting some of Jax's sickness herself. Either way I hope they're okay.

I get into my car and rev it up. Today, while Allie is occupied with therapy, I'm visiting my parents graves for the first time. I was debating during breakfast whether I should or not, but I know that I can't avoid it forever. Their death certificates were hard enough to read and I avoided reading how they died or what they died of. I still don't know because I'm afraid to find out.

I don't want to know if they did something bad. I don't want to know if they were murdered or if they got caught up in something. I'd rather just leave it as a question I can always answer when I'm ready and right now I'm not. I don't even think I'm ready to step on the ground they're buried under.

The cemetery is just a few blocks away from our old high school. So I have a semi long drive. Surprisingly there's not much traffic this afternoon so hopefully I can get there in time.

I didn't see Hector at all at breakfast. I think he left to work before anything. He probably left before my Mom could tell me anything about the ordeal they were discussing that's apparently not Hector's doing.

I'd be lying if I said I'm not considering the offer my Mom made. More many for the same easy position I have. A safer place for Allie. Someone would be there for me more often than not and I can actually rely on my Mom.

After thirty minutes of being on the road and stopping by to get two bouquets, I let everything marinate in my head. I feel the need to call Allie and check on her because I'm starting to feel anxious as I get closer and closer to the cemetery. I really just want to hear her voice and one of her many terrible jokes to calm me down. That's the best part about being in love. That person is your cure to everything even though they're also your poison.

I drive through two very big black gates that look like they've could've been crafted back in medieval times. The paint is chipped and whatever metal is exposed is rusted. This gate alone just gives me chills. To think that one day we'll just die and end up under the ground or burned is unsettling. All of this work and stressing when we all go to the same place. Nothing matters anymore after you die.