Half Dead ~ G.D.

Chapter 10

Again, I'm impounded in the same old, empty room, I have been for the past like 3 days. Truth is, Grayson came home and found out that cameron had let me eat, shower and change. Then, he threw me back in here, with nothing. No source of light. No form of entertainment. Nothing. Just like the first time.

I can't stop myself from wondering the what if's.
What if I made my grand escape, like they do in movies?
What if I never make it out of here?
What if I die in here?
What if all of this was just one big twisted dream?
What would happen if I told someone? Would they believe me? Would they send me away? Would they just turn me down and accuse me of wasting their time?

I don't know. I truly do give up.

I let out a large scream, leaving my throat feeling sore and raw, at first I wasn't sure if the scream was just in my head or if it was played out loud. Thumps follow immediately down the hall in a rapid pace, confirming that it was indeed out loud. The door swings open revealing a hulk like Grayson, his abs present with the faint light from outside casting a shade on them. Finding me in the far corner of the room, he walks over with a tip toe to his step, acting tenderly as if he's trying not to scare me.

"Shh, it's okay" he whispers, leaving goose bumps all over my skin and my hairs standing tall. Grayson picks me up delicately, leaving the room and entering one at the end of the hall. Placing me down on the bed he leaves the room once again, this was my time to take in the details of the room. It had character. Character in which you could tell belonged to a man. Everything was put away neatly and the colour theme was white, black and grey. I kind of like it.

"You like it?" He asks awkwardly while leaning on the door frame.

"Kind of" I whisper with a croaky voice.

"Oh so she speaks?" He chuckles laying down on the bed. "You should get some sleep you know" the man pats the space next to him, gesturing for me to lay down with him. I of course obey him, turning away from him so i don't have to face him or catch his eye.

Again, I can't help my self but to think 'why is he doing this?' And 'why is he being so nice?'

'He's bipolar' is my only answer. It makes sense. He must be. One minute he's ready to kill me the next he's so calm and tender. Guessing this I still can't read him like a book.

"What's on your mind?" Makes its way past his lips.

"Nothing"

"Don't. I know there's something. I can sense it."

"Why do you care?" I scoff, sitting in an upright position. Grayson parts his lips ready to speak but I cut him off, "no, don't. Just leave me the fuck alone. Please."

"Look, I'll explain everything. Just not yet, your not ready. There's so much more to everything than it seems, your whole life has been sugarcoated you've just been too blind to see the harsh reality of it all. All of the clues have been right under your nose this whole time."

"What?" I ask with annoyance present in my voice.

"It doesn't matter. Just go to bed" I can tell by the look on his face he's starting to get agitated. His jaw is starting to clench and it's kind of hot. But again I push all of my thoughts back and obey him, not wanting him to take his anger out on me. Something's telling me I haven't witnessed what he's entirely capable of.

Weirdly I'm not scared of him any more.