Bad Boys Don't Cry

Chapter Thirty Two: Everything's Going to Be A-Okay, Winters

Chapter Thirty Two: Everything's Going to Be A-Okay, Winters

*•*•Bailey's POV•*•*
I awoke with a cold, empty bed. As I stretched, I noticed how quiet everything was.

"Parker? Grayson?" I called out, "Bennett?"

No answer.

That's odd. They would have left a note most likely on my forehead.

I yawned as I stood up from my spot, quietly making my way downstairs. The sun was still out, giving a little bit of light for me to maneuver my way through the hallway and down the stairs. As I walked the vacant hallways of Bennett's house, I heard voices coming from where I assume was his backyard, "What if I don't want to do it?" I heard Parker's strained voice yell. He sounded weak, as if someone had caused him to bleed out to the point that he's on the brink of passing out. Thinking about it sent a sudden rush of fear come over me. I followed the sound of his voice, leading me to the back door of the house.

I could hear soft murmurs of Parker and another person talking, "You should have told us this earlier, Parks." I heard Bennett say. I scrunched my eyebrows together as I listened to their conversation, "What made you change your mind?"

There was a slight pause. Everything was quiet. It was as if everything had stopped for a moment. Although I wasn't face to face with them, I knew I missed something because I heard a thud along with a groan then Grayson's voice yelling, "You colorblind son of a bitch!"

I jumped at the sudden change of mood when I swiftly opened the door, only to see Grayson being held back by Bennett. Grayson was lunging at Parker who sat on the grass, his back to the fence like he had just been thrown there. He was bleeding from his wound and had a new busted lip. Parker was in pain, however he smiled as he winced in discomfort. I quickly moved to Parker's side, checking if he was okay.

"Are you okay?" I said, gently cupping Parker's face in my hands, checking for any further damage that might have been done.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, wincing as he clenched his wounded side. My gaze drifted to where he held his side and realized there was a patch of blood on his white shirt.

"You're not fine." I muttered, helping him up, placing his hand around my shoulder and mine on his waist. I glanced over my shoulder only to meet Grayson's cold stare. I knew Parker had said something to make him mad, due to Grayson's cold glare in our direction.

I brushed it off, refocusing on Parker's wound, leading him back into the house, "What happened?" I asked, walking him to the closest chair.

"Just a misunderstanding." He struggled to say, as I set him on the chair that was in the dining room. I helped him take off his shirt, revealing his bruised abdomen with many wounds. His gunshot wound was open and was bleeding, but not as badly as what it was before.

"One of the stitches must've came undone." Bennett said from behind me. I jumped at his voice, turning around at his sudden appearance. I was about to say something when Bennett answered my silent question, "I'll fix it."

Bennett kneeled down next to Parker examining the now open wound, "What happened?" I asked, not directing my question to anyone in particular.

Bennett kneeled down next to Parker examining the now open wound. Neither Bennett nor Parker said anything, "Go talk to him." He said, quietly only for me and him to hear.

I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to do, then nodded. I stood up, taking one last glance at Parker who was closing his eyes, wincing and flinching ever so often, then walked out into the backyard where Grayson sat, smoking a cigarette. I sighed, walking slowly and quietly to where Grayson sat. I plopped myself beside him, leaving a little bit of space between the both of us, looking ahead at the grass that had filled Bennett's backyard.