Chapter 16

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Shit, I'm sorry guys I know I said I'd start updating Tuesdays but I get distracted! So sorry! But here's a fresh chapter for you.

Grayson's POV
"Okay so let's start off basic, just some simple short sentences that I want you to translate for me so I know how advanced you are, and how much help you need." I say.

"Alright, sounds good." She says.

"Okay so what does, 'hola, mi nombre es Grayson' mean?" I say slowly.

"Hi, my name is Grayson?" She says.

"No your name is Andrea silly" I say and we both laugh. Gosh that laugh makes me hate myself for hurting for so long.

"Okay good, what does 'Mi hermano necesita ocuparse de su propio negocio' mean?" I say noticing Ethan watching us from the top of stairs. Ethan and I are honour students when it cones to Spanish so I know he understood. He notices me looking at him and runs to his room tripping himself a few times. I chuckle.

"Uhm... my brother needs to... something something, negotiation?" She says and giggles nervously.

I smile "it means 'my brother needs to mind his own business.'" She nods her head knowingly and smiles.

"Okay so large words is what you need help with, open to... page 257, please." I say.

We worked for a few hours and I decided it was time to take a break. I closed her textbook and she looked at me stunned. I chuckled and gently slid the textbook out of her hands while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. I smirk at her.

"Break time. Want a snack or something? I'm gonna put on Riverdale." I say as she swallows hard, shocked by my previous actions I'd assume.

"Uh, o-okay..." she says and shakes her head. I smile at her and go to make some popcorn. When I get back with a bowl of popcorn I notice she's already put away her books and grabbed herself a blanket cuddling herself into the couch pillows. I chuckle at her actions and seat myself, turning on Netflix.
"You gonna share that blanket?" I say and smile.
"It's kind of small, don't you think?" She says.
"I don't mind... do you?" I ask. In class I learned about consent the other day.
"I don't want you to feel forced into the situation." I say. She smiles at me
"okay, I guess I don't mind." She says and pulls the blanket on me. She puts her legs on my lap and lays her head on my chest. Her soft hair letting its sweet fragrance flow smoothly into my nose. I kiss her head and she looks up at me, a sweet smile plastered upon her face.

We watched 2 episodes of Riverdale when we ran out of popcorn. As I was about to get up and make more I noticed Andrea had fallen asleep on my chest. This gave me time to look at all the amazing things about her. The things about her I used to make fun of. The parts of her that I'd hit and point out to her. These perfect features that I used to call flaws... I don't deserve her. She's too precious and sweet, she deserves so much better then me.

"I'm sorry.." I whisper to her and kiss her head. I pick her up off of me and she wakes up.

"Get out of my house idiot!" I yell.
"What.. b-but.." she says, her lip quivering.
"But what?! GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!" I say tears forming in my eyes as I watch Andrea begin crying insanely. She grabs her bag and runs out of the house slamming the door behind her. Ethan runs downstairs.
"WHAT THE HELL MAN?!" He yells at me then chases after her.
Once Ethan leaves I begin to bawl my eyes. My sobs filling the house. I walk over to my bathroom tears still running down my face.
*CAUTION* IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SELF HARM DO NOT READ THIS!
I grab my razor from my tub, my eyes still filled with water.
"I'm alone" I say to myself and place the razor on my forearm tearing my skin away. I continue to cry.
"I'm a bully" I say and repeat my previous actions.
"I don't deserve to feel happiness." I say and repeat one last time before laying back and crying, letting my blood flow down my arm.
"She will never love me." I say and repeat it over and over again. I rise up and wash my arm cleaning it with a towel. My sobs slowly coming to an end. The blood is no longer gushing. Feeling weak, I walk slowly to my room and throw myself onto my bed stuffing my face into my pillow.

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