More than? (Grayson Dolan)

Eight

Skylers pov
It's been a week. I've been depressed and haven't been around anyone. When they told my parents they came home right aways. I was laying in bed cuddled in my sheets. Knock knock, i didn't answer. I couldn't find a voice, I couldn't find my voice. I was mentally and physically lost. I didn't know what was real or not. I was going insane. I lot the most important person in my life. The worst part about it, I don't know how. I looked out the window and heard the door open. I wasn't bothered to look. I was expecting my parents but I saw Grayson instead. "Babe I know you just lost your sister but it hurts me seeing you like this. And I know it hurts you too." I didn't say anything. I turned around and went under my covers. "Let's talk." I blinked and looked back at him. I couldn't find myself to say anything. I lost everything. I lost the people in my life and I lost myself. I came down to my level and held my hand. "I know you're going through a rough time right now. When I found out my dad had cancer I was the same way. I know how it is, you feel like you lost yourself, you can't find your voice, you're going insane, can't find out what's real or not. Trust me I know. And it helps to talk about what you're going through to get the pain, misery, and suffering out of you. It's still gonna stick with you but you need to fight against it." It was true. "Breath in and out." I did it. "Now try to talk just say hi or something." When I tried nothing came out. I tried again and I said hi but in a low raspy voice. He smiled. "I know you're tough and you're brave. You can get through anything and everything. You can get through this. I love you." After he said that. I got the courage to say, "I love you too." He pecked my lips and I sat up. He sat next to me. I started to think of who could've done this. My mom had my sister when she was 14. Yes 14 and me when she was 16. She was raped at 14 and that's how my sister happened. And me well I was also an accident of course. She put the both of us up for adoption. My parents now have been trying for years and could never conceive. They were pregnant but she lost the baby after falling down a flight of stairs. They said they would never try again cause they were heartbroken. My parents are starting to fight. They tell all the time. I remember my sister coming home one day in tears.
"What happened?" I asked. "Men!" I saw a bruise on her cheek. "What happened to your arm?" She looks, "nothing. I just...fell." She was lying. "Oh..." I got up and left....
Whenever her boyfriend, James, was around she would always seem nervous. She would give me a certain look but I couldn't quite make it out. One time he grabbed her hand and started to squeeze it really tightly and she pulled away in pain. I finally figured it out. All of those looks were a 'help me' look. And all of those tears were 'I'm abused' tears. And everything else was just a sign. "Gray?" "Yeah?" "My sister...she was..." "was what?" "Abused..." I can't believe I just said those words.